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CONT 


ENTS. 


0  PAGE. 

Advice  to  Greeley  57 

Arise  now,  ye  lovers  of  free- 
dom 65 

Anytxhing  to  beat  Grant  12 

A  dangerous  man...   14 

A  little  bird  sat  on  a  linden  tree. 10 

A  pair  of  fine  birds   7 

Axe  grindina   11 

A  diree  for  H.  G  80 

A  "Liberal"  campaign  song  83 

Campaign    version    of  John 

Brown   6 

Chap-Chap — Paw-Quaw  64 

Campaign  song— (German)  95 

Democratic  campaign  song  44 

Down  in  the  Piney  regions  92 

Everywhere  swells  the  joyous 

song  63 

Fling  out  the  banner  ()9 

Grant  is  at  the  helm,  boys  33 

Grant  is  the  man  will  surely  win29 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  the  boys 

are  calling  68 

Grant's  what's  the  matter  16 

Goosey  Greeley  57 

Grant,' Wilson,  and  success  75 

Good-bye.  Greeley.  91 

Hurrah  for  Grant  35 

H.  Greeley.  Horace  G..,  56 

H.  G's  inquiry  81 

H.  G.  after  election  94 

J'm  going  for  Grant  59 

I  go  Ulysses  straight  87 

Ku-klux  Song  77 

Let  it  resound  the  land  around. 78 

Not  for  Horae-  28 

Now  pat  the  ball  in  motion  18 

Nothing  wears  like  leather   4 

O,  General  Grant's  the  man  73 

<  >ld  men's  Grant  meeting  39 

0,  what's  the  us^  of  talking  72 

Our  Grant  leads  the  battle  19 

Obituary  on  Horace  Greeley.. ..61 
Oh!  have  you  heard  the  glori- 
ous news.  66 

O'erall  the  land  we  li ear  the  cry  86 
Popular  Demoer;ii-ie  Ode  


PAGE, 

Say,  Union  boys,  have  you  seen 

old  Greeley  27 

Sound  the  bugle,  beat  the  drum  8 

The  wonderful  man  18 

The  statelv  statesman   2 

The  old  white  hat  42 

The  Presidential  race   37 

The  fighting  tanner  48- 

The  proof  of  the  pudding  53 

The  coming  man...  54 

Three  cheers  for  Grant  and 

Wilson  5& 

The  colored  voter's  song   22 

Ten  little  Liberals  60 

The  old  man  and  his  organ  67 

The  Ku-klnx  ghost  70' 

To  our  new  friend,  the  old  Dem- 
ocrat, H.  G  47 

The  Liberal  game  is  a  game  of 

brag  51 

The  Baltimore  pill  52' 

Tar  and  Turpentine  50 

The  child's  inquiry  85 

The  despondent  one  89* 

The  soldiers'  campaign  song...9S 
We  eome  to  chant  the  fanie  of 

Grant   1 

We'll  rally  around  onr  leaders..  3 
We'll  sing  a  song  for  U.  S.  Grant. 31 
We  meet  to-night  prepared  to 

fight  2P 

With  Greeley  3'ou  can't  fool  us. .24 
We've  another  contest  coming. 46 

We  will  fight  on  the  line  2K-' 

We  shall  solid  go  for  Grant  38 

We'll  try  him  again  71 

We,  the  people,  want  lo  know. .30- 

We  can  hoe  the  rows  45 

We  wii]  vote  for  General  G  79 

Witches'  scene  from  MacGree- 

ley  34 

Why  are  l»emocrats  dejected?  71 
What  I  know  about  tiie  beet....  17 
When  first  I  savv  th  is  liated  crow  70 
Why  ring  ihe  bells  in  Kich- 

mond  town  ?  S2 

Yomig  nio'V.s  Grant.  '  iceti^g ....41i 


THi  FLOWERS  COLlECfTION 

Republican  Campaign  Songs. 


13-raiil  and  WiI§oiie 

Am — "Yankee  Doodle." 

■We  come  to  chant  the  fame  of  Grant, 

The  nation's  brave  defender, 
The  victor  on  a  hundred  fields, 

Who  never  vrill  surrender. 
Our  Chief  of  State  is  good  and  great, 

And  freemen  in  communion 
Have  chosen  Wilson  as  his  mate, 
To  help  him  save  the  Union. 
Chorus — Then  join  the  throng  and  march  along, 
For  Grant  and  Wilson  rally, 
With  rousing  song  their  praise  prolong 
From  every  hill  and  valley. 

Let  bard  and  m-instrei  proudlsz  sing 

His  grand  triumphal  marches, 
And  make  his  civic  honors  ring 

Through  all  the  Union  archefe, 
Till  CTcry  freeman  in  the  land 

Shall  catch  the  in^ipiration,  , 
And  Grant  shall  stand  'mid  Freedom's  band 

The  chief,  by  acclamation. 
Chorus — Then  join,  &g. 

And  Wilson,  too,  is  tried  and  true. 

The  friend  of  all  vho  labor  : 
He  renders  to  each  one  his  due, 

And  loves  him  as  his  neighboB^ 
And  'tis  his  plan  to  give  each  man 

Fair  play  to  rise  in  station, 
And,  if  he  can,  place  in  the  van 

The  workers  of  the  nation. 
Chorus — Then  join.  .to. 


340503 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS, 


The  people  want  to  Yote  for  Grant 

And  Wilson  as  their  leaders, 
And  put  to  rest  the  vulture  nest 

Of  mongrels  and  seceders. 
Then  down  with  all,  both  great  and  smsli. 

The  factions  f^'rned  for  plunder ; 
And  let  it  fall  beyond  recall 

Yvith  Cincinnati's  blunder. 
Chorus — Then  join,  &c. 

Then  wake  the  song  in  stirring  rhymes 

And  swell  the  great  ovation, 
To  greet  the  hero  of  the  times, 

Who  nobly  fills  his  station. 
All  hail  to  Grant,  the  countrj^'s  pride'! 

Whose  name,  inscribed  in  story, 
Shall  through  all  coming  time  abide 
In  rare,  unfading  glory ! 
Chorus — Then  join  the  throng  and  march  along, 
For  Grant  and  AYiison  rally, 
With  rousing  song  their  praise  prolong 
From  every  hill  and  valley. 


Air—"  The  Minstrel  Boy." 

The  stately  statesman  to  his  home  has  gone, 
In  the  midst  of  his  boohs  you'll  find  him, 

His  printed  "proofs"  he  still  reads  on,  ^ 
But  his  venom  he  left  behind  him.  * 

"•Oh,--land  of  7)1171.6  r  said  the  lofty  man, 
"Though  Grant  he  has  betrayed  thee. 

One  speech  I'll  make  that  v>dll  break  his  guard, 
'  One  Trumbull,  or  Schurz,  shall  praise  me  V 

The  gpeecher  spoke,  but  he  spoke  in  vain, 
Though  he  tore  in  tones  of  thunder ; 

The  Senate,  that  once  he  could  enchain, 
Now  rent  his  twaddle  asunder  ; 


REPUBLIGAK  CAMPAIGjS"  SONGS. 

And  it  said,  "No  shame  can  silence  tliee, 
Thou  fount  of  Vv  ords — not  bravery ! 

Thy  flings  v/iU  fail  v/ith  the  true  and  free, 
But  will  gladden  the  friends  of  slavery." 


Air — '•  Down  in  a  Diving  Beil." 

We'll  rally  round  our  leaders,  men, 

We're  arming  for  the  fight, 
We'll  raise  our  glorious  standard, 

And  battle  for  the  right. 
To  swell  our  gallant  army, 

We'll  come  from  hill  and  plain, 
Grant  shall  win  the  victory 
For  President  again. 
GJiorus — Let  the  drum  and  bugle  sound, 
^Ve'll  march  to  meet  the  foe ; 
Let  our  joyous  shouts  resound. 
That  all  the  laud  may  know 
The  sons  of  freedom  in  their  might 

Have  come  from  hill  and  plain, 
To  make  our  brave  Ulysses 
Our  President  again. 

He  is  the  hero  of  the  age, 

A  noble  statesman,  too  ; 
He  safely  brought  our  ship  of  State 

The  darkest  dangers  through. 
Let  every  brave  and  true  man 

Gome  with  our  loyal  band, 
Till  loud  resounds  the  victory 

Prom  mountain,  vale,  and  strand. 
GJiorus — Let  the  drum,  &c. 

And  when  the  battle's  over. 

We  homeward  turn  again, 
Y\^e'll  join  the  lovely  lasses, 

To  music's  thrilling  strain ; 


340503 


K^PUBLIOAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


And  loud  the  anthem  swelling, 

To  Grant,  our  noble  chief, 
Who  won  our  country's  battles, 
And  saved  the  land  from  grief. 
Chorus — Let  the  drum,  &c. 

Then  rally  round  our  leaders,  men, 

We're  arming  for  the  fight, 
We'll  raise  our  glorious  standard 

And  battle  for  the  right. 
To  swell  our  gallant  army. 

We'll  come  from  hill  and  plain, 
txrant  shall  win  the  victory 

For  President  again. 
Chorus — Let  the  drum,  &c. 


)K  Campaign  S^sig-, 

Air—"  Yankee  Doodle." 

In  early  days  our  fathers  wore 

Their  home-made  buckskin  breeches, 
Cut  out  by  guess-work  measurement, 

¥7ith  leather  whangs  for  stitches. 
And  now  their  sons  are  called  again 

To  rally  'neath  the  banner 
Borne  by  these  men  of  leather  craft, 
The  Gobbler  and  the  Tanner. 

The  North  and  South,  the  East  and  West, 

Will  work  and  sing  together, 
And  march  to  glorious  victory — 
For  nothing  wears  like  leather ! 

We  have  some  jobs  on  mongrel  pelts. 

And  have  the  hands  to  do  them ; 
Our  Grant  will  neatly  curry  them. 

And  Wilson  wax  it  to  them ! 
The  chopper  up  at  Chappaqua 

May  go  on  with  his  ^^lanning ; 
AVe'll  let  him  furnish  ail  the  hark^ 

But  Grant  will  do  the  tanning ! 


REPUBLIC  AX  CAMPAIGiSr  5 

The  thin-slvinned  cliaps  vrill  uppers  make, 
The  tough  old  hides  the  nether : 

The  bolting,  sorehead  crov>-d  ^Yill  do 
For  nothing  but  split  leather  i 

The  "later  Franklin,"  statesman,  sage, 

Philosopher  and  farmer. 
Eetired  in  cool  and  rural  shades, 

As  days  grow  long  and  warmer. 
Can  milk  the  gentle  butternut, 

That  grazes  round  with  bell  on, 
And  pan  out  butter  sweet  for  Gratz 
To  spread  his  watermelon  I 

Or  he  may  seize  his  ready  pen, 

In  stormy,  rainy  weather. 
And  tell  the  world  how  shoe-iDegs  grow, 
Or  modes  of  smelting  leather. 

To  spoil  so  fine  a  husbandman, 
"Who,  perched  up  in  the  city. 
Writes  quires  of  what  he  never  knew, 

It  surely  were  a  pitj'. 
No  ;  let  him  breed  the  short-horn  duck, 

And  Poland-China  gobbler — 
We'll  burden  with  the  cares  of  State 
The  Tanner  and  the  Cobbler  ! 

The  grand  array  of  Commonwealths 

They'll  bind,  as  wnth  a  tether,  - 
That  ne'er  again  shall  broken  be— 
For  nothing  holds  like  leather! 

The  virtue,  brains,  and  honesty 

Of  Horace  they  poke  at  us, 
As  if  the  Cincinnati  fraud 

Made  him  a  Cincinnatus  ! 
And  while  he  seeks  a  season  brief 

Of  rural  peace  and  quiet. 
Takes  clam  soup  for  his  only  drink. 
And  dirt  his  only  diet  I 

His  old  white  hat  and  old  white  coat 
Have  served  all  kinds  of  weatlier  ; 
But  they  are  like  his  principles — 
They  will  not  wear  like  leather  ! 


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REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGI>r  SON-G9. 


The  ' '  oTits  "  who  run  old  Chappaqua 

Our  onset  will  remember, 
When  they  confront  our  serried  lines 

In  battle  nest  jSTovember. 
Our  flag  is  borne  by  gallant  hands, 

Four  million  votes  behind  it ; 
A-las !  where  is  the  mongrel  hope  ? 
"Go  Yvest  "—they  cannot  find  it ! 

Like  Grant,  when  in  the  Wilderness, 
We'll  "  p\3sh  "  in  spite  of  weather ; 
And  "on  this  line  we'll  fight  it  out" — 
There  nothing  is  like  leather  ! 

Then  Freedom's  temple,  rear  it  high ! 

And  if  we  need  a  cap-stone, 
Or  liej  to  bind  a  broken  arch, 

Take  Henry  Y/ilsou's  lapstone ! 
To  guard  it  we  must  have  a  man 

Who  never  halts  or  misses  ; 
We've  many  soldiers  tried  and  true — 
None  better  than  Ulysses ! 

The  Tanner  and  the  Cobbler  are 

The  men  to  work  together  ; 
They'll  win  the  field,  and  keep  it,  too 
For  nothing  holds  like  leather. 


We'll  hang  the  "Liberal"  Greeley  on  a  sour-apple  tree. 
Because  he  bailed  Jeff.  Davis,  and  he  set  the  traitor  free  ; 
He  never  can  be  President,  as  you  can  plainly  see. 
As  we  go  marching  on. 
Hurrah !  hurrah  for  Grant  and  Wilson ! 
Hurrah!  hurrah  for  Grant  and  Wilson  ! 
Hurrah !  hurrah  for  Grant  and  Wilson ! 
As  we  go  marching  on. 

The  Soreheact^^  and  Copperheads  at  Cincinnati  quotli  — 
"We'll  beat  '  the  man  on  horseback!'  "  and  they  sealed  it 
with  an  oath ; 

But  Y/ait  until  November,  and  he'll  surely  beat  them  both, 
Chorus — As  v/e  go  marching  on,  &c. 


REPUBLICAX  CAMPAIGN  SONGS, 


T 


TLe  Cinciniiatl  thimble-riggers  tliink  tlievVe  hit  the  plan 
To  cheat  the  coiLiraon  j)eople  into  voting  for  then-  man. 
But  ^vhLll  the  vciics  are  connted,  General  Grant  will  lead 
the  van. 

Chorus — As  we  go  marching  on,  &c. 

This  Fonrier-free-love  Greelev.  with  his  " "  trij^le  sheet " 
Trilune. 

A  blowing  for     protection  "  and  the  wiohed  French  Com- 
mune. 

To  win  the  votes  of  Democrats  he  must  sing  another  tane, 
Clwnii — As  he  goes  marching  on.  &q. 

He's  a  mahe-believe  old  farmer,  and  he  wrote  a  foolish 
book. 

Which  now  thej  say  will  win  him  votes  from  every  farming 
nook — 

Theyli  tind  the  people  never  bite  at  such  a  naked  hook, 
CliGrus — As  they  go  marching  on,  Sec. 

The  people  can't  be  cheated  by  the  color  of  his  coat, 
He"s  sailing  up  Salt  river  since  he  fairly  got  afloat. 
"  The  Cincinnati  Platform  "  is  the  title  of  his  boat, 
Chorus — As  he  goes  marching  on,  etc. 


Campaig-si  Song, 

Air — "Xcver  Mind  the  Weather  so  the  Wind  don't  Blow.'" 
My  friend'^,  I  guess  yon  all  have  heard 
About  tliat  finely  feathered  bird — 
They  call  him  Horace  Greeley,  0. 
"With  a  long  hlacJ:  tail  as  •'white  as  snow.'" 
Chorus — And  away  he  went. 

Then  "  let  him  went 
Then  let  old  Horace  Greeley  go, 
And  "never  mind  the  weather  so 
the  wind  don't  blow. " 

At  Cincinnati  he  wa=;  hntc'hed. 
With  a  little  Brow:  :  -  had  him  matched, 

And  in  a  Chappa^Y^     .    _  .  >  coop. 
They  placed  this  Doily  Varden  groiip, 
CiiOTd-^ — And  away  they  went,  &c. 


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REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


This  last-named  f>ird  is  one-half  crow, 
Which  makes  the  people  hate  him  so ; 
This  bird  once  wore  the  keenest  spurs. 
And  was  captured  by  a  man  named  Schurz. 
CJiorus — And  away  he  went,  &c. 

This  Greeley  bird  is  a  chanticleer, 
With  parrot  tongue,  and  voice  so  queer 
'Twould  make  you  laugh  to  hear  him  crow, 
And  what  he  does  'bout  ' '  f armin'  "  know. 
Chorus — And  away  he  went,  &c. 

This  pretty  pair  they  safely  bore 
Unto  the  city  of  Baltimore, 
To  see  if  they  would  answer  there, 
To  quiet  those  in  dark  despair. 
Chorus — And  away  he  went,  &c. 

They  viewed  them  there  from  ' '  top  to  toe, 
Some  said  these  fouls  (fowls)  we  cannot  go, 
That  oldest  bird  has  said  too  much, 
And  the  little  Brown  bird  don't  like  the  Dutch. 
Chorus — And  away  he  went,  &c. 

But  the  crowd  said,  boys,  we'll  gulp  them  down, 
You  swallow  Greeley,  I'll  swallow  Brown  ; 
Though  to  relisjh  them  I  swear  we  can't, 
But  anything  to  beat  that  Grant. 
Clwrus — And  away  he  went,  &c. 

So  they  took  them  down — tail  feathers  and  all — 
They'll  "throw  them  up"  this  coming  fall ; 
For  Grant  and  Wilson  will  show  'em  a  trick 
That's  bound  to  make  their  partj^  sick. 
Chorus — And  away  they  went,  &c. 


AiK— "  Yankoe  Doodle." 
Sound  the  bugle,  beat  the  drum,  wake  the  slumbering  na- 
tion. 

Bouse  the  people,  bid  them  come  from  every  class  and  sta- 
tion. 


KEPUELICA^f  CAjIPAIGX  SO^GS. 


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Now  tli6  strpfifsrle     lipgri-ni^  f.iid  it         soon  ^'O  PTi'^ed. : 
Gr;.ll«.i>t  hoTiorc;  j-anst  he  won,  -^  it-li  shini7io-  lanrels  blonded; 
B-iKO,  ye  freemei-j,  hraveanrl  strnTir''— tii'i  fnrfleerl«  ofrlaving; 
Ail  tlie  trophies  tf^  be  won  pre  vroitlv,  of  yyur  sharbifi:. 

See  yoiiT  roemen  I  what  ft-  mp.s^?  of  diverse  n?.me  ftnd  fac- 
tion ' 

Piebald  sorehead";  I  what  a  class  new  "'claspinc;  hands" 

for  n/'iion  ] 

How  the  ''pi'  it'^.  Ishie  and  P^ray,  meet  in  loye  t-osfetherl 
Hew  the  wai'l'lers'  sii^c  a^id j??'^?/.  birds  of  ereiy  feather! 
Y.liat's  ihe  magnet  that  can  draw  such  concord  from  con- 
fnsion  V 

Wha.t"s  the  solvent  that  can  hold  such  cpposites  in  fu- 
sion? 

The  attraction  fsome  have  tanj^ht)  of  all  repellant  forces 
May  some  instant,  qvAck  as  thought,  draw  planets  from 
their  courses  ? 

When  fair  Temis,  bless  her  stars,  may  fall  as  gaj  and 
freel}^ 

On  the  bo«om  of  Old  Mars  as  Democrats  on  Greelej ! 
Such  the  forces  now  at  Avork,  and  such  will  be  the  meet- 
ing, 

"When  the  **  Dolly  Vardens  •  go  to  Horace  Crreeley  greet- 
ing. 

Sound  the  bugle,  beat  the  drum  :  high  unfurl  your  ban- 
ner : 

Eound  your  leader,  freemen,  come :  rally  round  the  Tan- 
ner I 

He's  the  hero  who  has  won  renown  on  fields  of  battle- 
He's  the  victor  who  can  tan  the  hides  of  Greeley  cattle ! 
In  November  Grant  mil  ride  from  victory  to  conquest ; 
And  the  people  will  decide  for  U — S  the  iDcnding  contest ! 
Chorus— ^oimd  the  bugle,  beat  the  drum;  high  unfurl 
your  banner : 
Kound  your  leader,  freemen,  come ;  rally  round 
the  Tanner  : 

He's  the  hero  who  has  won  renown  on  fields  of 
battle ; 

He's  the  victor  who  can  tan  the  hides  of  Greeley 
cattle.  —Washington  Chronicle. 


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REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Air— 

A  little  bird  sat  on  a  Linden  tree, 

And  he  saiig,  and  lie  sang,  and  thus  sang  he. 

And  the  burden  of  his  song  and  the  chorus  was  this : 

Oh,  Horace  !  oh,  Horace !  you've  sadly  gone  amiss  ; 

We'd  sing  for  you,  Horace,  but  we  can't  ' '  see  the  point ; " 

This  tamp 'ring  with  rebels  puts  your  nose  out  of  joint. 

Tideree  !  tideree  !  get  away !  get  away  ! 

Stand  from  under,  friend  Horace,  the  devil's  to  pay  ! 

And  the  little  bird  chattered  and  hopped  about, 

You  ne'er  can  be  President,  you've  "gone  up  the  spout;" 

Your  bailing  Jeli  Davis  was  not  the  thing  quite. 

And  the  Ides  of  November  will  send  up  your  kite. 

The  last  cro])  you  sowed  will  be  cut  by  the  frost, 

And  you  will  l3e  sorry  for  the  time  you  have  lost. 

Tideree !  tideree !  'tis  a  pity  that  you 

Such  an  ignis  fatuus  did  ever  pursue ! 

Chip  !  chip  !  chip !  chee-wit !  chee-wit ! 
VVe  don't  like  your  company,  Horace,  a  bit. 
You're  prince  of  the  soreheads  of  rebels,  and  such, 
But  you  can't  come  to  tea  with  your  Carl  Schurz  crutch. 
For  although  sugar-coated^  you  are  destined  to  kill, 
The  Democracy  cliolced  v/hen  irhey  swallowed  the  pill. 
Tideree !  chee-wit !  you're  behind  the  age, 
There's  trouble  in  store  for  ' '  Chappaqua's  sage  !  " 

General  Grant  licked  Jeff  Davis  ;  he'll  wattle  you,  too, 
And  he'll  lay  on  the  timber  until  your  hide  is  blue ! 

0  whee  !  chee  !  O  whee !  but  you  surely  will  rue 
The  day  you  embraced  the  horrible  crew. 
Whittery  !  twittery  !  slinkumpin ! 

Get  out  of  the  way,  you  can't  cum  in  ! 

"Wliat  you  "know  about  farming,"  go,  husband  it  now, 
Chop  dovm  your  old  trees  and  take  hold  of  the  plough  ; 
Baked  beans  and  potatoes  make  very  good  sauce 
For  petticoat  candidates  who  feel  very  cross. 
Whee  !  whee  !  whee !  Jefferson  Greeley, 

1  fear  you  are  slimy,  slippery,  eely  ! 


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Farev;-ell,  Mottier  Greeley  :  the  last  graft  you  made 
Knocked  all  of  your  former  ones  far  in  the  shade ; 
You  engrafted  yourself  with  treason  and  siDoil — 
Hereafter,  pure  water  will  mingle  with  oil. 
Tideree  I  "loyal"  Horace,  but  you  will  look  blue, 
Yv'hen  election  is  o'er  and  they  did  not  chose  you. 

And  when  you  die  honest  (?)  let  your  epitaph  be — 
' '  Here  lies  ]\Iother  Greeley,  that  once  gentle  she  ; 
She  died  of  a  sore  head.    Alack  I  and  alas  I 
That  such  a  calamity  should  e'er  come  to  pass." 
Chitteree  !  chitteree  I  but  the  grandames  will  splurge, 
And  "  Old  Grimes"  I  will  chant  as  your  last  solemn  dirge. 


As.e  GriiidiMg-. 

Air — 

There  is  a  wood-chopper  whose  name  is  Greeley, 

He  chopped  and  he  choj)ped  long  upon  a  big  tree; 

His  ase  took  a  slant, 

And  hit  against  Grant, 

And  turned  the  edge 

For  this  poor  sage. 

This  chopper,  Mr.  Horace  Greeley — 

This  is  he. 

Ah  I  me,  now  says  Horace,  this  axe  I  must  grind. 
To  turn  for  this  purpose,  oh,  who  can  I  find  ''i 
This  man  of  the  quill. 
He  could  not  keep  still : 
For  •'  President " 
He  had  a  scent. 

This  wonderful  Horace  Greeley.  O  dear  me. 

He  soon  found  that  others  had  tools  that  were  dnll, 
TTho  thought  it  much  better  to  grind  up)  the  whole  ; 
In  some  place  to  meet, 
Their  job  to  complete — 
But  bear  in  mind, 
The  biggest  grind 

Is  for  him,  this  farmer  Greeley,  Do  you  see  ? 


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At  Cincinnati,  then,  in  Ohio  State, 

Yi as  found  a  big  stone  for  the  small  and  the  great ; 

This  liberal  thing, 

'Twas  said  soon  would  bring 

The  keenest  edge 

On  axe  or  wedge, 

If  held  on  Avith  deserity.  Who'll  it  l^e  ? 

The  joke  all  can  see  in  this  singular  call, 

For  most  of  these  grinders— indeed,  if  not  all — 

Had  tools  that  were  hit 

Upon  this  same  grit ; 

This  Grant  they  say, 

Was  in  the  way  ; 

They'll  turn,  then,  for  honest  Greeley, 

All  so  tree. 

But  here  comes  more  help  from  the  honest  (?)  and  true ; 

The  Tammany  ring  and  the  Baltimore  crew 

Will  turn,  all  their  share, 

Or  hold  on  with  care, 

And  call  it  fun 

To  see  it  run, 

While  grinding  for — Brown  and  Greeley, 

It  may  ba. 

But  hold  my  dear  fellows,  all  you  that  are  sane, 
This  turning  and  grinding  will  ail  be  in  vain. 
The  grit  that  you  dread, 
With  Grant  for  its  bed, 
Just  remember 
Next  November, 

Will  spoil  all  your  mes^  you  see.  Poor  Greeley, 

Frinceton  Republic. — 


6*  AiiytlalM^  t®  Heat  ^ri^Mt.''^ 

Am— 

"Anything  to  beat  Grant,"  the  soreheads  now  rant 
As  they  give  utterance  to  their  wishes  ; 

Just  let  him  be  devil  or  let  him  be  saint, 
If  he'll  give  us  the  "loaves  and  the  fishes." 


EEPITiLICAX  CAMPAIGX  S0XG5, 


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"  Anrthing  to  beat  Grant."  for  snrelT  we  can't. 

the  key-note  all  rebeldom  pitches  : 
The  song  is  the  same,  and  so  is  the  ^rant. 
That  Avas  echoed  Avit-hin  its    last  ditches." 

The  cry  is  the  same  vre  heard  long  ago. 

T'.Tien  from  traitor  to  traitor  "tvras  given, 
As  the  "  hoys  in  hliie"  pressed  clown  on  the  foe, 

Till  far  from  the  field  he  was  driven. 

At  Donelson.  Vicksbnrg.  and  Shiloh.  those  words 

AVere  sounded  o'er  hilltop  and  billow. 
And  tliey  wore  the  passwords  of  Forrest's  vile  hordes, 

As  they  butchered  the  blacks  at  Fort  Pillow. 

At  Andersonville.  Salisbury.  Belle  Isle — 
More  loathsome  than  prisons  for  lepers —  ^ 

And  where  the  officials  were  cruel  and  vile. 
From  the  highest  commandants  to  keepers. 

"Anything  to  beat  '  Yanks" "  was  the  ^password  they 
gave, 

Although  it  be  accomplished  by  starving  ; 
And  if.  by  endurance,  they  find,  not  a  grave, 
Tv'e'U  help  them  by  shooting  and  carving. 

From  the  moment  of  Fort  Donelson's  fall 
To  the  hour  when  then-  Lee  was  defeated, 

"Anything  to  beat  Grant''  was  the  watchword  of  all, 
By  each  Gen'ral  and  privat-e  repeated. 

And  now  'tis  the  motto  of  "  Ku-Klus"  in  camp. 

And  hissed  by  the  low  Southern  rabble, 
"While  here  it  is  echoed  by  each  Northern  scamp. 

In  each  "  sorehead  "  and  Democrat  cabal. 

But  Grant  can't  be  beat  by  "  bargain  and  sale," 
T\*ith  the  people  around  him  assembled  : 

The  •■  Lib'rr-h    and  Locos  before  them  shall  quail, 
As  the  traitors  before  him  once  trembled. 


—  ^Va^ldivjton  Eepublican. 


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EEPUELICAN  CAMPAIGIvT  SONGS. 


A  l^aiiger®ts§  Mass, 

AlE— 

[Mr.  Sumner  says  Grant  is  a  bold,  bad,  dangerous 
m  an .  — ^eicf-paper.  ] 

"A  bold,  bad  man  is  General  Grant," 

Said  Floyd  one  gloomy  night, 

As  oiit  from  Donelson  he  crept, 

And  took  his  hasty  flight. 

From  Pillow's  trembling  lips  there  came 

An  echo  sounding  much  the  same. 

And  Buckner  thought  his  chief  was  right, 

Nor  longer  durst  maintain  the  fight ; 

And  from  the  fort  hangs  stripes  and  stars. 

"  That  Grant's  a  dangerous  man,"  said  they; 

And  doubtless  think  the  same  to-day. 

"A  bold,  bad  man  is  General  Grant," 

Said  Beauregard  one  morn. 

And  from  the  haughty  traitor's  brow 

The  victor's  wreath  was  torn  ; 

And  from  the  field  his  legions  went. 

By  orders  General  Grant  had  sent. 

Then  Shiloh's  field  v/as  ours  again. 

Despite  the  host  of  rebel  men, 

"Who  came  an  army  boasting  loud, 

And  went  a  panic  stricken  crowd  ; 

For  Beauregard  and  all  his  men 

Perhaps  thought  Grant  was  dangerous  then, 

"  A  bold,  bad  man  is  General  Grant," 

Said  Pemberton  one  day  ; 

' '  Entreaties  are  of  no  avail. 

He  will  not  go  away. 

A  stubborn,  mulish,  dangerous  man ! 

He  wants  our  rebel  hides  to  tan." 

And  still  Grant's  cannon  raked  the  town, 

Until  the  rebel  flags  came  down  ; 

And  then  our  banners,  rent  and  torn, 

V/ere  through  the  streets  of  Yicksburg  borne. 

The  "bold,  bad  man,"  that  glorious  "Fourth," 

Sent  gladsome  tidings  to  the  l^orth. 


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"A  bold,  bad  man  is  General  Grant!" 

And  poor  Bragg's  eyes  -were  dim 

^Vith  tears  :  said  he,  ''I  linow 

'Tis  useless  fighting  him." 

And  soon  the  cheers  from  Grant's  brave  men. 

On  Lookout's  crest,  told  where  and  Aivhen 

The  rebel  general  had  to  run, 

And  Avhatthat  "  bold,  bad  man  "had  done. 

"  That  Grant's  a  dangerous  man  1"'  he  said, 

As  from  the  field  his  army  fled. 

"A  bold,  bad  man  is  General  Grant," 

Said  Lee,  ' '  that's  plain  to  see  : 

He  must  be  Teiy  bold,  indeed, 

To  think  of -u-hipping  me." 

Then  Petersburg  and  Eichmond  fell ; 

And  Appomattox — may  be— Avell, 

At  last  our  hero's  ^fvork  Tvas  done  : 

The  final  victory  ^vas  -won. 

Perhaps  the  people  may  forget 

These  things,  but  then  they  haven't  yet. 

They  needed  then  such  "  dangerous"  men, 

And  think,  perhaps,  they  may  again, 

"A  bold.  bad.  dangerous  man  is  Grant!" 
Jeff  Davis  thought  the  same 
^'hen.  running  off  in  crinoline. 
He  to  the  '"last  ditch  "  came. 
A  Ku-klux  gentle  voice  ^vas  heard. 
And  • 'Grant  is  dangerous,"  averred.  ' 
It  needs  must  be  that  this  is  so. 
For  all  these  rebels  ought  to  know. 
Then  Hall  and  Tvreed — good,  honest  men- 
Say  "Grant  is  bold  and  bad."  and  when 
Such  men  declare  it,  then,  forsooth. 
Folios  know  that  >Sumner  tells  the  truth. 


— Galena  (1]].)  Gazette. 


KEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGjST  SONGS. 


I^raiit^s  Wliat's  tlae  Matter. 

Air— 

Bonfires  blaze  and  cannons  roar, 

Y\^iiat,  what's  the  matter  ? 
Waves  the  good  old  flag  once  more, 

"What,  what's  the  matter? 
"VVe  rally  'round  the  brave  and  true- 
Freedom's  battle-cry  renew, 
Hurrah  for  Grant  and  V/ilson,  too, 
That's  what's  the  matter  ; 

G-rant's  what's  the  matter  now, 

Grant's  what's  the  matter. 
To  victory  we're  marching  now, 
That's  what's  the  matter. 

Listen  to  the  people's  voice, 
What,  what's  the  matter  ? 
Grant  and  Wilson  is  the  choice, 

That's  what's  the  matter ; 
On  to  Eichmond  long  ago, 
Grant  marched  and  laid  rebellion  low 
Again  to  Washington  he'll  go, 
^That's  what's  the  matter  ; 

Grant's  what's  the  matter  now 

Grant's  what's  the  matter. 
To  victory  we're  marching  now 
That's  what's  the  matter  now. 

Blow  the  bugle,  beat  the  drum, 

What,  what's  the  matter  ? 
The  3^ear  of  jubilee  has  come. 

That's  what's  the  matter ; 
Grant  and  YVilson  here  v/e  greet. 
All  foes  before  them  must  retreat. 
For  they're  a  team  that  can't  be  beat, 
That's  what's  the  matter  ; 

Grant's  what's  the  matter  now, 

Grant's  what's  the  matter. 
To  victory  we're  marching  now, 
That's  what's  the  matter. 


EEPUELICAX  CAMPAIGX  S0XG5. 


"Tf  liat  I  AbGist  tlie  Beet 

Air—-'  Litile  Brosvn  Jug." 
Mr  friends  and  I  have  talked  it  o'er 
And  ai-e  agreed  to  strive  no  more  : 
"We'll  go  for  Grant  and  TViison.  too. 
And  leave  Gratz  hroirn-  and  Greeley  blue, 
ChoTUS — Xovr  linzza .'  hands  and  feet. 

Grant  and  "Wilson  can't  he  beat. 
Opossum  boys  in  full  reti'eat. 
That's  what  1  know  about  the  beet. 

Oh  I  Greeley  vrants  to  rent  the  farm 
Of  Uncle  Sam  a  single  term  : 
The  people  say  it  ain't  to  let 
To  help  to  pay  the  rebel  debt. 
CJimms — Xow  huzza  !  hands  and  feet.  &:q,. 

"We'll  give  another  lease  to  Grant. 
Because  he  pays  and  Greeley  can't : 
And  "Wilson's  good  if  Grant  should  die, 

But  Brown  is  bad  security. 

Clwrus — Now  huzza  !  hands  and  feet.  ko. 

"When  Jonathan  was  in  distress 
Grant  led  him  through  the  Wilderness, 
And  when  he  got  old  -Jeff  in  tow 
'Twas  Greeley  let  the  traitor  go  .' 
Cliorus, — Xow  huzza  !  hands  and  feet,  Jcc. 

Tlysses  at  the  race  this  fall 
Will  trot  with  Hemy  round  them  all — 
The  Horace  humbug  end  in  smoke. 
Oh.  won't  that  be  the  richest  joke  ? 
Cliorus — Xow  huzza  '  hands  and  feet.  itc. 

Then  Brown  will  take  a  fatal  spree, 
And  rum  and  he  no  more  agree, 
And  Horace  write  a  book — to  treat 
On  *  ■  "^'hat  I  know  a.bout  my  beet. " 
Cliorus — Xow  huzza  1  hands  and  feet. 

Grant  and  "Wilson  can't  be  beat ; 
Opossran  "boys  in  full  retreat 
Is  all  I  know  about  the  beet. 


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KEFUELICAN  CAMPAIGi^  SONGS, 


Air—"  Soldier's  Farewell ." — Kinkel. 


Now  put  the  ball  in  motion, 
From  'East  to  JVestern  ocean, 
And  then  with  shout  so  glorious 
We'll  join  the  throng  victorious. 

' '  When  duty  calls  we  must  obey  " — 
Hurrah  for  Grant  by  night  and  day- 
Shout  for  the  "  Natick  Cobbler," 
The  honest,  fearless  cobbler. 
Who  never  shirked  his  duty, 
Or  sold  himself  for  boot3^ 

V/e'll  hang  this  banner  out  to  view, 
Hurrah  for  Grant  and  ¥/ilson  too. 

Rebels  no  more  can  rule  us, 

Or  foes  at  home  delude  us  ; 

Our  watchword  now  as  ever, 

"The  Union  ne'er  dissever." 

On,  on  this  line  we'll  fight  it  out, 
For  Grant  and  Wilson  let  us  shout. 


So  Come  Along  aiid  §w©ll  out  tlie  Tune. 

AiE— "So  Come  Along.'' 

In  Gotham  there  dwells  a  most  wonderful  man, 
He's  been  all  "  things  by  turns  " — for  years  in  the  van  ; 
He  wears  a  white  hat,  which  stands  as  the  banner 
To  rally  the  "  motleys  "  who  rail  at  ourTfiimer. 
So  come  along  with  us  and  swell  out  the  tune, 
'Bout  the  used-up  hat  of  the  old  Tribune. 

What  he  knows  about  farming,  takes  pride  in  disclosing, 
To  tyros  in  ditching,  and  draining,  and  hoeing  ; 
And  in  raising  tobacco,  to  keep  it  from  spoiling 
He  suggests,  as  it  buds,  to  break  the  tin-foiling, 
come  along,  &c. 


KEPrSLICAX   CAMPAIOX  SOX&S, 


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He  cotmsels  late  plongbing,  bnt  don't  thinly  it  right 
To  plongh  anj  later  than  ten  o'clock  at  night. 
And  give  the  plongh  the  rheumatism,  too  chi-onic  to  re- 
late, 

Or  set  a  bad  example  bv  itayiiig  out  too  late. 
So  come  along.  &c. 

He      eloqnates"  on  root  croj^s.  and  first   among  the 
number. 

He  says  "Feed  Rut-a-lagas  to  Durham  pigs,  by  thunder  .' 
First,  soTT  them  deep  in  drills,  and  use  the  '  patent  treddla. ' 
And  you  Tvill  have  the  '  piggest  crop  for  any  one  to  peddle. '  " 
So  come  along,  (tc. 

'"Have  a  care  in  picking  turnips  too  shortly  after  frost, 
Don't  pull  them  from  the  bushes,  or  many  -will  be  lost 
So  come  along,  come  along,  and  s?rell  out  the  tune. 
To  raise  the  sweetest  berries  just  lift  them  with  a  spoon," 
So  come  along.  <tc. 

To  cap  his  vrondrous  efforts,  he's  groxdng  a     lig  leat,''' 
As  dessert  for  Democrats  who  boiled  a  "  crow  "  to  eat : 
And  this  cooking  both  together  will  make  unsavory  feed 
For  the  palates  of  a  Schtu'z,  a  Sumner,  and  a  Tweed. 
So  come  along  with  us  and  sweU  out  the  tune, 
'Bout  the  used-ui)  hat  of  the  old  Tribune. 

OiiF  Grant  IL-eadg  tlie  Sattle. 

Ait. — "  AVair  for  the  Yragon." 
Move  on  ye  mighty  heroes  and  swell  the  song  of  joy. 

Otu'  soldier's  in  the  contest,  in  his  triumphal  jaunt ; 
So  Tote  the  ticket  fully,  without  the  least  ahoy. 

And  tell  the  world  the  ricthy  is  borne  aloft  by  Grant. 
CTiorus — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  wait  for  the  wagon, 
TVeTL  wait  for  the  wagon,  and  vote  for  U.  S. 
Grant. 

No  schism  in  our  party,  no  Greeley  hats  we'll  weai', 
But  true  to  all  the  Union  the  song  will  be  extant. 

Iso  Greeley  in  our  messes,  no  Brown  is  in  our  share, 
But  heading  vict'ry's  colunm  is  noble  T7.  S.  Grant. 

CJiorui — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  kc. 


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KEPUBLICAJN'  CAMPAIGN  SOJS^GS. 


Our  nation,  true  and  miglity,  feels  safe  in  Grant's  com- 
mand, 

To  bear  the  conflict  onward  without  the  least  aslant, 
K  o  bloody  battles  raging,  but  olive  branch  in  hand, 

HoY\^  well  our  country  prospers  with  honest  U.  S,  Grant. 
CiMTUS — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  &c. 

Four  millions  of  our  brethren  from  slavery's  bonds  set  free, 
Join  in  our  happy  triumph  with  songs  most  jubilant ; 

They'll  all  support  the  ticket  that  elected  is  to  be, 

And  shout  m  v/ildest  pleasure  for  honored  U,  S.  Grant. 

Cuorus — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  &c. 

Unbroken  let  our  marches  in  rank  and  file  be  seen, 
To  light  the  mongrel  party  of  Greeley  and  his  cant  ; 

\y  ith  peace  upon  our  banners,  all  worthj"  hearts  will  glean, 
The  States  of  this  great  nation  with  votes  for  U.  S.  Grant. 

Cj'wtus — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  &c. 

Yve'll  never  go  for  Greeley,  for  Greeley,  never,  no. 

But  put  to  ilight  his  minstrels  and  hush  their  sickly  rant ; 

We'll  carry  all  the  Union,  and  lay  the  traitors  low, 
And  fight  it  out  on  this  line,  electing  U.  S.  Grant. 

C  'iMTUii — Then  v/ait  for  the  wagon,  &c. 

Eurrah  !  hurrah  !  forever,  let  not  a  single  man 

Stand  back  vvith  churlish  feelings,  but  strike  the  winning 
chant. 

To  lead  the  host  to  victory,  now  do  the  best  you  can, 
And  send  to  the  Old  White  House  our  glorious  U,  S. 
Grant. 

Chorus — Then  wait  for  the  wagon,  &c. 


We  Will  Fig-Iit  ©II  tla©  liiiie. 

Air — 

["I  will  fight  it  out  on  this  line  if  it  takes  all  summer." — 

U.  S,  Gra7it.'] 
\Y e  will  fight  on  the  line  where  we  fought  in  the  past. 

V^^ith  our  banners  aloft  in  the  midst  of  the  fray. 
And  our  hearts  and  our  hands  in  the  conflict  we  cast, 

Till  our  trophies  of  triumph  we  carry  away  ! 


EEPUBLICAJN"  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


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Lo  1  the  reveille  calls  us  from  siuniber  and  rest, 
As  we  gird  on  the  armor  anew  for  the  field ; 

And  the  clarion  of  Freedom,  w-ith  solemn  behest, 
Eids  the  warrior  advance — but  he  never  must  yield. 

We  wall  fight  on  the  line  for  the  Union  we  love, 

For  the  sake  of  the  men  who  baijtised  it  with  t-ears, 
■For  the  blessings  that  beam  from  the  Father  above, 

For  the  glories  that  circle  its  century  years ; 
Kot  a  link  shall  we  lose  of  the  wonderful  chain 

That  has  bound  us  as  one  in  the  strongest  of  ties  ; 
Not  a  star  shall  we  lose — not  a  valley  or  plain, 

But  shall  join  in  the  songs  that  roll  up  to  the  skies. 

"SVe  will  fight  on  the  line  for  the  rights  of  all  men, 

For  the  children  that  come  from  each  nation  and  clime, 
Till  they  learn  the  same  songs,  and  the  chorus,  and  then 

Bind  all  their  strong  hearts  in  a  union  sublime  ; 
Not  a  clank  of  a  chain  in  this  land  of  the  free ! 

Not  a  fetter  to  rust  with  the  tears  of  a  slave  1 
Not  a  shadow  to  fall  from  the  sea  to  the  sea, 

But  the  sunlight  of  Peace  where  its  banner  shall  wave. 

Yv' e  will  fight  on  the  line  till  the  conflict  is  o'er ! 
Till  the  spirit  is  dead  that  has  lingered  so  long ! 

Till  the  light  of  the  Truth  on  the  ruins  shall  pom- 
New  life  for  the  dead,  and  the  right  for  the  wrong : 

Till  the  warm  Southern  breezes  new  fragrance  shall  bear 
To  the  hills  of  the  North,  which  shall  welcome  the  boon, 

And  the  East  and  the  West  in  the  labor  shall  share 
Which  shall  waken  the  South  to  the  glory  of  noon. 

We  will  fight  it  on  the  line  for  The  Maetye  that  fell, 

When  the  laurel  of  fame  was  entvdned  on  his  brow, 
For  the  heroes  that  bowed  to  the  shot  and  the  shell, 

And  the  children  they  leave  to  our  guardianship  now. 
Every  man  to  the  front  i  We  are  comrades  to-day ! 

At  the  call  of  the  roll  let  each  answer  his  name ! 
And  the.  smoke  of  the  field  shall  soon  vanish  away 

To  leave  it  with  honor  and  glory  aflame. 


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EEPUBLICAW  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


FigLt  we,  then,  on  the  line,  for  the  strife  is  begun  ! 

And  the  union  of  Peace  is  the  jyrize  jnBt  before  ; 
Let  the  battle  wear  on — when  the  field  has  been  won, 

The  foeman  we  meet  v^e  shall  challenge  no  more ! 
But  the  field  will  give  birth  to  new  hopes  for  the  age, 

And  the  glories  that  love  and  redemption  decree, 
While  the  Vvorld  shall  behold  in  onr  golden-writ  page 

The  new  splendors  that  float  o'er  the  home  of  the  free 

New  York,  June  7,  1872.  — Wm,  O.  Bourne. 


.   Air — "  Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,"  &e. 

In  the  early  morning  light 
We  will  hail  the  glorious  sight 

Of  our  banner  floating  proudly  in  the  air ; 
And  we'll  bless  the  chieftain  brave 
Who  our  native  land  did  save, 

And  v/e'll  keep  him  in  the  Presidential  chair. 
QliQvus- — "  Grant,  Grant,  Grant !"  the  boys  are  shouting, 
Loud  hosannas  fill  the  air. 
To  swap  horses  well  not  dream 
While  we're  crossing  o'er  the  stream  ; 
So  we'll  heep  him  in  the  Presidential  chair. 

Though  foul  slavery's  course  is  run. 
And  the  jubilee  begun, 

Yet  the  foeman's  muttered  curses  fill  the  air ; 
And  to  bury  out  of  sight 
,   All  the  wrong,  the  shame,  the  blight. 

We  v/ill  keep  him  in  the  Presidential  chair. 

■  Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

On  the  ' '  dark  and  bloody  ground, " 
Where  the  baying  of  the  hound 

■  And  the  slave-whip's  cruel  music  filled  the  air ; 
There  his  bright  sword  cut  the  thong 

That  had  bound  our  limbs  so  long, 

So  we'll  keep  him  in  the  Presidential  chair. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 


REPUBLIC  AIT  CAMPAIGI^  SONGS. 


But  our  "  liberEil  "-minded  friends, 
Just  to  suit  their  selfish  ends, 

Now  endeavor  to  convince  our  folks  that  \ve 
Should    go  back  "  upon  the  chief 
"Who  has  banished  all  our  grief. 

And  whose  prowess  in  the  battle  set  us  free. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &g. 

"Nepotism,"  we  suppose, 

Is  the  cause  of  all  their  woes  : 

Of  quack  "  doctors  "  we  advise  them  to  beware, 
And  for  their  stomachs"  sake, 
A  recess  from  care  to  take, 

And  avoid  the  Capitol's  "polluted"  air. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

But  we  know  they  grieve  and  fret, 
And  their  cheeks  with  tears  are  wet. 

For  they  say  Grant's  taking  presents  is  a  sin  ; 
But  we  beg  them  bear  in  mind, 
While  their  "  axes  they  do  grind," 

That  he  nothing  takes  that  don't  belong  to  him. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

But  no  "  bird  "  or  beast  of  prey 
E'er  shall  turn  us  from  our  way ; 

"  Doolittle,"  or  do  much,  'tis  all  the  same ; 
For  our  "  Garrison"  is  true. 
And  with  his  bright  helm  in  view, 

"We  will  do  our  duty  on  election  day. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

To  the  wrong  we'll  never  yield ; 

And  we're  locking  shield  with  shield  ; 

And,  despite  of  all  our  "Liberal"  friends  may  say 
We  are  girded  for  the  fight, 
And  will  battle  for  the  right : 

And  we're  bound  to  vote  for  Grant  election  day. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

Though  the  contest  may  be  long, 
We're  nine  hundred  thousand  strong  ; 

If  they  crowd  us,  we  a  million  votes  can  throw ; 


EEPUBLIGAN  CAMPAIOISr  SONGS. 


And  we  vow,  wifh  lifted  hand, 
Hear  it,  O  our  native  land  ! 

That  for  Grant  and  V/ilson  we  are  sure  to  go. 
Grant,  Grant,  Grant,  &c. 

—Elijah  W. 


Witla  ©reelej  Wou  Can't  F®©I  o§ 

Air — "  Yankee  Doodle." 

Election  day  is  coming  on, 

The  day  we  choose  our  rulers, 
And  Grant's  the  man  for  President ; 

With  Greeley  you  can't  fool  us. 
Chorus — Yankee  Doodle  is  the  tune 
Americans  delight  in, 
'Twill  do  to  whistle,  dance,  or  sing, 
And  Grant's  the  man  for  fighting. 

This  Greeley — tell  us,  what  is  he  ? 

A  wily  politician, 
And  slippery,  too,  as  any  eel, 

He  is  ne'er  in  one  position. 

Chorus — Yaiikee  Doodle  is  the  tuno,  i%c 

Once  on  a  time  this  Greeley  was 

Eepublican  so  royal. 
He  could  not  bear  the  Democrats, 

Because  they  were  disloyal. 
Chorits. 

He  called  them  all  the  filthy  names 
His  head  and  heart  could  conjure  ; 

And  thus  he  belched  out  all  his  spleen, 
In  epithets  like  thunder. 

ChO/^US. 

The  Democrats,  pray,  what  are  they, 

But  perjurers  and  liars  ? 
They  can't  be  trusted,  and  I  vow  ^ 

The  scamps  I  can't  admire. 
Chorus. 


EEPUBLICAN  CAilPAI&X  SOXGS. 


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The  Democrats  are  ignorant, 

And  sottish,  too,  to  boot,  sir, 
Love  rum,  hate  niggers,  and  snch  lilie — 

They  are  far  beioTv  the  brate.  sir. 
Clioriifi. 

They  are  black-legs,  burglars,  murderers,  lliieYea — 

Keep  dens  of  prostitution — 
And  thriTB  on  others'  ignorance, 

They  cause  much  destitution  ! 
Cliorus. 

Leivd.  ruS.anly,  and  criminals, 

Without  one  spark  of  grace,  sir : 
'Tis  time  such  'cermin  should  be  crushed. 

To  give  our  country  peace,  sir. 
Cliorus. 

Now,  Democrats,  this  is  the  man 

Has  thus  abused  your  party — 
How  can  you  give  hi  in  your  support, 

For  President,  so  hearty  ? 

Cliorus.  -■-     -  - 

True,  if  you  vrhip  a  spaniel  dog. 

He'll  f  ollo-vr  you  more  freely : 
But  vriU  you  imitate  the  brute, 

And  sneak  on  after  Greeley  ? 
-  Chorvj^. 

^Ve  do  not  want  a  President 

"Who  is  the  choice  of  traitors ; 
Hurrah  for  Grant  I  the  only  man. 

To  whip  out  Union  haters. 
Cliorm. 

And  when  election  day  oomes  on, 

We'll  vote  for  Grant  right  hearty  ; 
We  think  more  ox  our  self-respect 
Than  of  the  clioi.n-cliow  party. 

C/iorzAs— Yankee  Doodle  is  the  tune,  &c. 
JIooESs,  K.  Y.— 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Am— 

We  meet  to-night,  prepared  to  fight 

For  victory  once  more  ; 
We  proudly  come,  with  torch  and  drum, 

And  the  loud  cannon's  roar. 
We'll  raise  a  note  from  every  throat, 

And  sing  a  hearty  chant ; 
Let's  all  unite  to  shout  and  fight 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant. 
Ghorus — For  Wilson  and  for  Grant,  my  boys, 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant ; 
Let's  all  unite  to  shout  and  fight 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant. 

Let  "  soreheads  ''  growl  and  loudly  howl 

For  Greeley  and  for  Brown, 
But  never  fear,  we'll  raise  a  cheer, 

That  will  their  voices  drown. 
Let  Horace  teach,  and  Sumner  preach, 

Let  Schurz  and  Davis  rant, 
We'll  all  unite  to  shout  and  fight 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant. 

For  Wilson  and  for  Grant,  my  boys, 

For  Wilson  and  for  Grant ; 
We'll  all  unite  to  shout  and  fight 
For  Yvilson  and  for  Grant. 

The  Boys  in  Blue  are  always  true, 
And  Grant  has  been  their  pride. 
From  Vicksburg's  height  to  Richmond's  fight 

He's  been  their  friend  and  guide. 
Then  let's  unite,  all  hands  to-night, 

To  sing  the  people's  chant, 
And  it  shall  be  full  three  times  three 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant. 

For  Wilson  and  for  Grant,  my  boys, 

For  Wilson  and  for  Grant ; 
And  it  shall  be  full  three  times  throe 
For  Wilson  and  for  Grant. 


EEPUBLIOAN"  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


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A  Campalg-ii  Song". 

Air— "Kingdom  Coming." 

[Written  for  the  Marietta  Eegister,  by  the  Muskingum 
Township  Union  Band.] 

Say,  Union  boys,  have  you  seen  old  Greeley 

With  the  dough  upon  his  face  ? 
He  has  left  the  good  old  Union  party, 
And  taken  J  eff  Davis'  place. 
The  Union  Greeley,  ha  !  ha ! 
The  secesh  Greeley,  ho  !  ho  !  ^  _ 

The    Anything  to  beat  Granc"  Greeley — 
But  he'll  lind  he  can't  win  so. 

He  went  from  New  York  on  to  Richmond 

For  to  go  Jeff  Davis'  bail ; 
He  got  hold  then  of  the  secesh  feelings, 

But  the  hold  was  on  the  tail  I  •  _ 

For  a  better  hold,  ha  I  ha  I 
He  had  to  bolt,  ho  I  ho  | 
From  the  good  and  true  old  Union  party, 
But  he'll  find  he  can't  win  so. 

■When  Greeley  run  the  New  York  Tribune 

He  said  that  "B.  Gratz  Brown 
Was  a  little  red-headed  party  traitor" — 
Just  please  to  put  that  down ! 
With  Brown,  a  traitor,  ha !  ha ! 
And  Greeley  a  greater,  ho  !  ho ! 
No  true  blue  boy  will  go  the  ticket 
And  they  v\-ill  find  it  so  I 

Old  Greeley's  farming  at  Chappaqua, 

And  cutting  all  his  trees  ; 
He'll  be  left  out  in  the  cold,  November, 
So  far  that  he  will  freeze  ! 
So  choj)  your  wood,  ha !  ha  ! 
'T^\iil  do  5-0 a  good,  ho  !  ho  I 
You'll  need  it  after  the  fall  election, 
You'll  fiiid  that  this  is  so  I 


28  EEPUBLICAN"  CAMPAIGJST  &ONGS. 


Air—"  Not  for  Joseph." 

The  people  are  arising  now 

In  majesty  and  might, 
They  are  resolved  to  light  again 

The  battle  for  the  right. 
And  to  elect  that  noble  chief 
Who,  in  the  hour  of  strife, 
Dismayed  the  foe  on  every  field 
And  saved  the  nation's  life. 
(Spoken.) — And  therefore,  so  accordingly,  ail  the  people 
say  and  sing— 

Oh !  dear,  no  !    Not  for  Ho — 

Do  not  bore  us  with  old  Horace ! 
Oh !  dear,  no  !    Not  for  Ho — 
Vv  e  can't  go  him  !    We  go  Grant ! 

The  Democrats  are  all  dismayed, 

They  say  we're  surely  sold, 
This  Cincinnati  ticket 

Has  left  us  in  the  cole 
And  th:.n  the  secesh  element 

Appeared  at  Baltimore, 
And  ruled  the  roost  and  v/on  the  game 

As  in  the  days  of  yore. 
(Spoken  ) — And  therefore,  &c. — 

The  people  nov/  see  through  the  trick, 
They  see  with  half  an  eye 
\      This  long-la^  d  game  of  him  who  sang  ; 
"You  lie,  you  thief,  you  lie  !" 
So  let  him  go  and  chop  his  wood, 

Or  write  for  The  Tribune. 
The  Guards,  the  tanners,  boys  in  blue. 
Are  marching  to  this  tune. 
(Sjioken.) — And  therefore,  &c. — 

Now,  out  in  old  Missouri  State, 

Lives  one  who  wears  long  hair, 
The  people  call  him  B.  Gratz  Brown, 
\  The  dummy  of  Frank  Blair, 


EEPUBLICAN"  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


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And  surely  he  can  neTer  beat 

Our  noble  Wilson  true. 
The  soldier's  friend  throughout  the  war  ; 
"We  pledge  to  hiin  his  due  ; 
(Spoken,) — And  all  the  people  sa}',  &c. 

And  now,  my  friends,  you  take  your  choice, 

Election  is  at  hand, 
Throw  up  your  cap,  hurrah  for  Grant, 

And  join  us  in  our  band, 
For  surely  in  November  next  * 

Zoull  hear  the  welcome  shout 
That  Grant,  who  never  has  been  whipped, 

Has  put  these  foes  to  rout. 
(Spoken.) — And  all  the  people  say,  &c. 

— C.  B.  Palmer. 


Tune—"  Old  Tip's  the  Boy." 

Grant  is  the  man  will  surely  win, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah! 
To  vote  for  Greeley  would  be  a  sin, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  I 
His  nag  is  lame,  the  people  say. 
He  cannot  run  on  election  day  ; 
Make  ready,  then,  and  clear  the  v>'aj, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

Did  Horace  hear  the  news  of  late, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 
From  the  old  North  Car'iina  State  ? 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
Now  North  Carlina's  Union  too, 
Has  proved  herself  both  good  and  true, 
And  tells  what  other  States  xAH  do. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  I 

That  Sumner  letter  would  not  do. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
Our  colored  friends  proved  firm  and  true. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPATG-N-  SONGS. 


Since  we  all  know  onr  cause  is  right, 
We'll  go  to  work  with  all  onr  might, 
And  put  the  mongrels  all  to  flight. 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

To  all  soreheads  and  Liberals  too, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah! 
We  have  a  word  to  say  to  you. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 
We'll  try  to  save  you  from  disgrace. 
If  you'll  come  back  into  your  place, 
For  we  will  surely  win  the  race. 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

Now  let  us  all  with  one  accord, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

Work  on  till  Grant  gets  his  reward. 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

Our  noble  hero  of  the  West 

Knows  what  will  suit  his  country  best, 

He's  firm  and  true,  he  stood  the  test, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 


AlE — 

We,  the  people,  want  to  know 

If  that  aged  cipher 
Who  once  bailed  the  nation's  foe 

Now  is  Freedom's  fif er ; 
If  his  "On  to  Eichmond"  cries 

From  The  Tribune's  steeple. 
And  his  modern  lullabies 

Please  the  Southern  people. 

We,  the  people  of  the  age, 

Ask  if  men  are  scanty. 
That  they  bring  upon  the  stage 

Such  a  weak  old  auntie  ? 
Like  a  rhyme  that  lays  pretence 

To  a  dozen  meters — 
Like  a  chicken  on  the  fence. 

Or  a  board  that  teeters. 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


KeacMng  to  the  White  House  latch — 

(Ah!  the  joke  is  charming,) 
Telling  from  his  little  patch 

What  he  knows  of  farming  ; 
Looking  to  the  powers  that  be, 

Like  a  very  valet, 
Turns  the  hue  of  ev'ry  tree 

Only  for  a  ballot. 

Very  tenderly  we  speak 

Of  the  aged  sinner, 
Who  has  been,  through  life,  too  "^eak 

Ever  to  be  winner. 
While  we  trust  (the  wish  will  slip, 

We've  no  heart  to  chide  it) 
That  the  man  who  saved  the  ship, 

God  will  Grant  to  guide  it. 


Air — "  Rally  'round  the  flag." 

We'll  sing  a  song  for  U.  S,  Grant, 

So  listen  while  we  tell — 
Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 

Of  one  who  for  the  last  four  years 
Has  ruled  the  nation  well — 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
Chorus — The  Union  forever  !  Hurrah  boys,  hurrah ! 
Down  with  old  Greeley 
And  up  with  the  star  ; 

Yes,  we'll  rally  round  the  flag,  boys, 
Kally  once  again, 
Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom ! 

We're  bound  to  keep  him  President 
No  matter  what  they  say. 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
We'll  sing  for  him  throughout  the  night 
And  vote  for  him  by  day, 
ShoTating  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
Chorus — The  Union  forever  !  &c. 


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EEPUELICAN 


CAMPAIGN  SONG-S. 


Now  sitting  in  the  "White  House,  he 
Is  doing  all  he  can, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
He  never  can  be  beaten 
By  any  Greeley  man, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  plunder  i 
Chorus — The  Union  forever  !  &o. 

He  planned  our  battles,  fought  and  won. 
Did  peace  and  victory  bring, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  .' 
Without  the  aid  of  Ku-Klux  Klans 
Or  of  the  Tammany  Eing, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  plunder  ! 
Cliorus — The  Union  forever !  &c. 

Let  others  blow  for  Horace  G. 
And  for  his  old  white  hat. 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  plunder ! 
But  soon  they'll  sing  another  tune, 
You  may  be  sure  of  that. 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
Chm'us — The  Union  forever !  &c. 

Our  Nation  now  is  prosperous 
And  peace  stands  at  the  door, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  ! 
He  has  reduced  the  public  debt 
Three  hundred  millions  o'er, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom ! 
CJiorus — The  Union  forever  !  &c. 

We  know  there  cannot  be  a  doubt 
That  Grant  will  keep  his  seat. 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom ! 
For  Horace  Greeley  says  himself 
Ulysses  can't  be  beat, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom ! 
Chorus — The  Union  forever  !  &c. 


KEPULLICAX   CA2vIPAlGX  S02s^GS. 


33 


Then  all  you    old-line  Democrats," 
"We  vrant  yon  all  to  kao~, 

Shonting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom ! 
That  "^rhen  yon're  taking  Horace  dovm 

Yon"re  eating  hard-lDoiled crow."  '  _  - 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  freedom  I 
Cftorus—The  Union  forever  :  ka. 

— '^hig  and  Courier, 


Orant  i§  at  tlie  Melm.  Boys. 

AlP.— 

Oh.  see  the  gallant  shi^D  of  State, 

^Vith  freedom's  fiag  on  high : 
She  throAvs  the  angry  Avaxes  aside, 

And  dashes  x^-ondly  by. 
For  Grant  is  at  the  helm,  boys. 

Silent,'  calm,  and  firm  ;  .  - 

And  he  shall  be  our  piLot,  boy^, 

Still  another  term. 


Oh,  see  the  gallant  ship  of  State, 

Her  crew  is  true  ancT  tried  : 
How  steadily  she  holds  her  course 

Upon  the  foaming  tide. 
For  Grant  is  at  the  helm,  boys, 

Silent,  calm,  and  firm  : 
And  he  shall  be  our  pilot,  boys, 

Still  another  term. 

Oh,  see  the  gallant  Ship  of  Stat-e, 

SheTL  reach  that  harbor  yet ; 
"While  smiling  skies  look  ever  doTm 

And  storms  are  never  met. 
For  Grant  is  at  the  helm,  boys 

Silent,  calm,  and  firm. ; 
And  he  shall  be  our  pilot,  boys. 

Still  another  term. 

—X  r.  standard. 


REPCTELICAN  CAMPAiaN  SONGS. 


Witclaes'  Scene  fr©iii  Mac^reeloy. 

WHICH  IS  SEEN  TO  BE  A  PACT. 

Air— 

Bound  about  tlie  caldron  go, 
In  the  nauseous  notions  throw  ! 
Scalp  of  Davis,  Trumbull's  hair, 
Head  of  Cochrane,  hand  of  Blair, 
Palmer's  late  disjointed  nose, 
Voorhees'  fingers,  Hendricks'  toes, 
Jeff's  bedraggled  petticoat, 
Sumner's  speeches,  learned  by  rote, 
Greeley's  old  secession  writing, 
Ku-ldux  laws,  like  caustic  biting, 
Stephens'  sermons,  dull  and  dry, 
Mixed  with  concentrated  lye. 
Moistened  weU  with  brandy  straight, 
Say  six  glasses — may  be  eight. 

Double,  double,  toil  and  trouble  ! 
Let  the  caldron  boil  and  bubble ! 
Here  the  "  Liberal  "  hogs  must  wallow, 
All  they  hated  they  must  swallow. 

Eound  the  caldron  sweat  and  sing,  . 
In  the  unpleasant  items  fling  ! 
In  the  pot  the  'possum  throw. 
Breast  of  buzzard,  craw  of  crow, 
Cherries  ripe,  and  claws  of  crab, 
Make  the  mixture  thick  and  slab  ; 
State-rights  doctrines  simmered  down, 
Old  Democracy  done  brown, 
Schurz's  sweetest  Gemian  tones, 
Union  soldiers'  buried  bones, 
Toombs'  spite  and  Piatt's  gabble, 
Northern  mudsills,  Southern  rabble. 
Wise's  nonsense,  Sumner's  cant — 
Anything  on  earth  but  Grant ! 

Double,  double,  toil  and  trouble  ! 
Let  the  caldron  boil  and  bubble ! 


EEFUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS.  35 


Stir  the  monstrous  mixture  ■well, 
Taste  it  often,  never  smell ; 
Fear  no  stroke  of  cholera  morbus^ 
"While  our  hopes  of  spoil  absorb 

Dance  about  the  boiling  pot, 

Keep  the  mixture  thick  and  hot ; 

Eound  about  the  caldron  go, 

Horace  White  will  puff  and  blow  ; 

Schurz  ^nll  help  them,  somewhat  loth, 

Both  the  Blairs  will  boss  the  broth, 

Throw  in  Tipton,  toss  in  Tweed, 

Admiral  Semmes,  and  Whitelaw  Eeid ; 

Dana's  sunshine,  Pomeroy's  bricks, 

Will  like  oil  and  water  mix.  -  , 

Add  the  poisonous  coj'jperhead, 

Pile  in  memories  of  the  dead, 

John  Brown's  body,  Johnston's  ghost, 

Shackles,  chains,  and  whipping-post ; 

Pryor's  pistol.  Brooks'  cane. 

Blood  of  patriots  spilled  in  vain —         ^  . 

Such  a  mess  will  free  the  nation 

From  its  nervous  (hie ! )  prostration.        ■  ■  , 

Double,  double,  toil  and  trouble  ! 
Let  the  caldron  boil  and  bubble ! 
Dip  your  spoons  and  all  begin. 

0,  creation!  it's  too  thin  I 

ENTEE  m'gEEELEY. 

MacG. — How  now,  ye  dark  and  secret  midnight 

hags  ;  what  do  ye  here  ? 
M?^st  Witch. — A  deed  without  a  name. 
MacG. — You  lie,  you  villain  !  you  lie  ! 


Am — The  Days  when  we  went  Gypsying." 
From  North  to  South,  from  East  to  West 

The  rallying  cry  we  hear  ; 
"Utysses  Grant  and  victory" 

Ee-echoes  far  and  near. 


REPUBLIC CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


For  he  it  was  who  saved  our  flag 

From  infamy  and  shame, 
And  led  our  fighting  boys  in  blue 

To  glory  and  to  fame. 
Chorus — Hurrah  for  Grant !  hurrah  for  Grant  I 
And  let  the  chorus  be 
Success  to  him  who  led  us  on 
To  many  a  victory. 

At  Donelson  he  met  the  foe, 

And  quickly  made  them  yield  ; 
At  Shiloh,  though  the  work  was  hot, 

Ulysses  won  the  field. 
And  then  he  called  on  Pemberton, 

And  filled  him  with  dismay, 
And  taught  him  how  to  celebrate 

Our  Independence  day. 
Chorus — Hurrah  for  Grant,  &c. 

From  field  to  field  Ulysse'J  went; 

At  last  the  conquered  Liee 
Surrendered  sword  and  army,  too, 

Beneath  the  apple  tree. 
And  so  the  war  was  ended  there, 

The  people  think  it  fair 
That  Grant  should  occupy  again 

The  Presidential  chair. 
Chorus — Hurrah  for  Grant,  &c. 

And  Wilson,  too,  the  people  want, 

And  will  not  be  denied  j 
A  statesman,  faithful,  brave,  and  true, 

Who  has  been  often  tried. 
Then  fling  our  banner  to  the  breeze, 

The  red,  the  white,  and  blue ; 
And  push  the  column  forward,  boys, 

For  Grant  and  Wilson,  too. 
Chorus — Hurrah  for  Grant,  &c. 

The  rebel  chiefs  may  rave  and  shout 

For  Greeley  and  for  Brown  ; 
November  next  will  tell  the  tale, 

And  send  them  further  down. 


EEPtTBLICAN  CAMPAIGI^T  SONGS. 


"We  beat  them  on  the  battle-field 
In  many  a  bloody  fight, 

We'll  conqiier  at  the  ballot-box, 

For  we  are  in  the  right, 
Chorus — Hurrah  for  Grant,  &c. 


Tlae  Presidesitial  Itace. 

Air — "  Camptown  Races." 

The  Presidential  race  is  on, 

Du  da,  du  da. 
Who  first  will  get  to  Washington  ? 

Oh,  de  dn,  da  day. 
There  are  two  fiyers  on  the  course, 

Du  da,  du  da. 
The  fast  Grant  nag  and  Greeley  horse, 
Oh,  who  will  win  the  day  ? 
Chorus — The  Grant  nag  runs  it  free. 
The  Greeley  horse  is  lame. 
He  has  too  big  a  load,  you  see, 
He  ne'er  can  win  the  game  ? 

The  steed  which  bears  the  glorious  flag, 

Du  da,  du  da. 
Of  Grant  was  never  known  to  lag, 
Oh,  de  du,  da  day, 
•    He  was  in  front  at  Donelson, 
Du  da,  du  da, 
He  dashed  at  Yicksburg  and  'twas  won. 
He  always  wins  the  day. 
Chorus — The  Grant  nag,  &c. 

In  the  wilderness  he  took  a  brush, 

Du  da,  du  da. 
At  Petersburg  he  made  a  rush, 

Oh,  de  du,  da  day. 
His  fijial  tilt  at  General  Lee, 

Du,  da,  du  da. 
Forever  made  the  nation  free, 

Oh,  blessed,  glorious  day. 
Chorus— The  Grant  nag,  &c. 


88  EErUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


.    This  horse  then  took  a  V/hite  House  stall, 
Du  da,  du  da, 
He  went  there  at  the  people's  call, 

Oh,  de  du,  da  day. 
He's  saved  a  mighty  heap  of  grain, 

Du  da,  du  da. 
We'd  better  send  him  there  again, 
That's  what  the  people  say. 
Chorus — The  Grant  nag,  &c. 

And  now  about  this  Greeley  steed, 

Du  da,  du  da, 
,  He's  spavined,  ring-boned,  rode  by  Tweed, 
,  ,  Oh,  de  du,  da  day, 

Old  Tammany  has  dipt  his  tail, 

Du  da,  du  da, 
And  now  he  feeds  on  Davis'  bale 
Of  Democratic  hay. 
Chorus — The  Grant  nag  runs  it  free, 
You  all  may  bet  on  that, 
And  in  November  you  will  see 
Sim  smash  that  Greeley  hat. 


We  §liall  S©Ild  ©-o  F©f  Grrasat, 

AiE — "Suit  Yourself." 
There  is  great  commotion  going 

On  within  the  country  now, 
Liberal  politicians  "blowing" 

How  the  people  prone  should  bow 
Dovm  before  Gratz  Brown  and  Greeley. 

But  we  spurn  their  foolish  rant. 
And  uj)on  the  day  of  voting, 
'We  shall  solid  go  for  Grant. 

Fret  and  fume  with  all  your  fury, 

Spread  the  eagle,  burst  the  gun ; 
Xet  the  people  are  the  jury. 

And  will  beat  you  at  that  fun,.  , 
For  they  reason  well  and  cipher. 

And  have  seen  the  elephant ; 
Sp  upon  the  day  of  voting, 

We  shall  solid  go  for  Grant. 


EEPUBLICAX  CA:MPAIGX  SOXGS. 


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Those  reformers  (?)  ^ho  are  blovring, 

Better  had  themselves  refonn, 
For  the  people  are  quite  knowing^ 

And  can  look  beyond  the  storm. 
And  they  know  right  weU.  you're  lying 

When  you  Horace  Greeley  chant ; 
So,  upon  the  day  of  voting, 

We  shall  solid  vote  for  Grant, 

Then  blovr  on  vrith  all  your  bellows, 
Kiss  the  cat,  and  eat  the  crow  ; 

Ye  are  'tarnal  mighty  feUows, 
And  may  make  an  ugly  show. 

But  I  swear  by  all  that's  lovely, 
That  elect  your  man  you  can't ; 

For  so  soon  it  comes  to  voting, 
"We  shall  solid  go  for  Grant. 


Old  Men's  Gl-rant  Meeting", 

AiB— "  Benny  Havens,  0!" 

Well,  wife,  we've  had  a  meetin'  at  the  school-house  on  the 
hiU, 

And  I  was  chosen  chairman,  to  keep  the  old  men  still ; 
But  I  found  I  couldn't  do  it ;  each  man  doA^n  his  cane 
would  plant. 

And  shout  with  all  the  voice  he  had,  "  I'm  goin' in  f or 
Grant." 

Chorus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant, 

We're  goin'  in  for  Grant ; 
Then  shout  aloud  and  tell  the  crowd 
We're  goin'  in  for  Grant. 

We  talked  about  the  last  four  years,  what  great  things  had 
been  done ; 

How  the  nation's  debt  had  melted  like  the  snow  before 
the  sun : 

We  said,  to  keep  it  meltin",  do  a  better  thing  we  can't, 
Than  to  stick  and  hang  together,  and  all  go  in  for  Grant. 
Olwrus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 


40  REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


We  all  looked  through  our  spectacles  upon  the  naked  facts, 
Then  drew  the  veil  of  charity  o'er  giant  Sumner's  acts  : 
We  said,  "We  like  you,  Sumner,  but  go  your  way  wo 
can't " — 

Then  made  the  school-house  echo  with  a  rousing  shout  for 
Grant. 

J     Chorus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 

We  didn't  have  much  charity  for  Trumbull  or  for  Schurz, 
They  stand  around  the  party  gate,  a  pair  of  snarling  curs ; 
Their  speeches  cannot  harm  us,  nor  make  Grant  toe  the 
mark, 

He's  an  old  Galena  tanner,  and  knows  how  to  handle  hark. 
Chorus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 

We  talked  about  Grant's  smokin' ;  we  thought  it  no  great 
sin — 

To  vote  that  out  of  office  we  might  vote  a  worse  one  in ; 
;And  seein'  we  were  smokers,  'twouldn't  do  for  us  to  rant, 
So  we  lit  our  pipes  together,  and  smoked  the  health  of 
Grant. 

Chorus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 

In  the  days  of  the  rebellion  none  of  us  could  go  to  fight, 
But  we  read  from  morn  till  evening  how  he  battled  for  the 
right ; 

He  has  been  the  nation's  servant  in  the  days  of  peace  and 
war, 

And  treason  melts  before  him  like  the  smoke  from  his  cigar. 
Chorus — We're  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 

After  I'd  adjourned  the  meetin'  I  gave  each  the  friendly 
grip; 

We  every  one  determined  to  stand  by  the  war-tried  ship ; 
We  will  not  topple  over,  we  will  not  even  slant, 
But  put  our  canes  down  firm  and  strong,  and  stand  up 
straight  for  Grant. 

Chorus—'We'ie  goin'  in  for  Grant,  &c. 

—John  H.  Hates. 


41 


Tlie  Yoiiiig  Men's  €3-raiit  Meeting. 

Am — "Benny  Havens,  0!  " 

So  the  "  Old  Men  "  had  a  meeting !  ^ell,  that's  nevrs  I  like 
to  hear, 

Tor,  if  they  lead  the  vanguard,  -we  may  follow  vrithont 
fear : 

If  owe  fathers  cnt  old  Greeley  I  don't  see  why  we  can't; 
So  we  yoimg  men  called  a  meeting  to  talk  about  old  Grant. 
Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant, 

AVe  will  stand  by  General  Grant, 
And  elect  for  onr  nest  President 
The  hero,  U.  S.  Grant. 

Yes,  we  had  a  rousing  meeting  in  the  new  Masonic  Hall, 
And  that  grand  and  spacious  building  was  full  from  wall 
to  wall ; 

And  each  delegation  carried  the  good  "Red,  White,  and 
Blue," 

While  on  each  banner  was  inscribed,  "We'll  stand  by 
Grant,  the  true." 

Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

Ulysses  was  not  there ;  no,  nor  Wilson  nor  Colfax — ■ 
They  left  it  for  the  young  men  to  wield  the  battle-axe, 
And  right  bravely  did  they  do  it — speaking  out  their  bold 
intent 

To  support  no  other  candidate  but  Grant  for  President. 
Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

We  know  Grant  smokes,  and  so  do  we,  and  if  Greeley 

don't  look  out, 
On  the  9th  of  next  November  we  will  surely  smoke  him  out ; 
And  then  of  course  he'll  have  to  go,  (the  prospect  is  most 

charming.) 

Back  to  edit  The  Tribune  and  theorize  on  farming. 
Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

We  had  many  speeches  there,  and  they  were  good  and 
strong ; 

And  loud  and  lusty  were  the  cheers  that  rose  from  out 
the  thi'ong ; 


42  REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


For  they  thonght  of  the  rebellion,  and  General  Grant,  the^ 
true, 

"Who  took  Eichmond  and  the  rebels,  which  no.  one,  else 
could  do. 

Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  Sea.  . 

But  'mid  the  other  speakers  there  was  one  who  rose  and  said : 
"I  had  a  father,  brother,  too,  who  nobly  fought  and  bled 
For  that  old  Starry  Banner,  and  they  sleep  beneath  the  sod, 
And  I've  none  left  but  my  mother,  my  country,  and  my 
God !  " 

Chorus — I  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

*'  I've  lost  two  limbs  in  battle,  as  you,  my  comrades,  know, 
I  don't  begrudge  the  sacrifice,  they're  gone,  and  let  them  go ; 
But  I  want  all  brave  and  true  men  to  stand  by  Grant  and 
right, 

And  put  the  rebel  Democrats  to  most  inglorious  flight." 
Chorus — We  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

Then  we  raised  one  hand  to  Heaven,  put  the  other  on  the 
heart. 

And  swore  by  that  old  Banner  to  nobly  do  our  part. 
And  show  the  Greeley  faction  that  there's  no  such  word  as 
can't, 

When  we  battle  for  our  country  with  a  leader  such  as  Grant. 
Chorus — Yf  e  will  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 

And  so  you  see  we're  ready ;  though  Greeley's  on  the  track, 
We'll  meet  the  allied  forces  and  bravely  press  them  back ; 
They  may  swear  and  sweat  and  swagger  with  aU  their 

"Liberal "  cant. 
We're  bound  for  our  next  President  to  have  the  hero.  Grant, 

Chorus — We  wiU  stand  by  General  Grant,  &c. 


Tlie  ©Id  Wliite  Mat, 

Air — "  When  this  old  hat  was  new." 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  my  boys, 
The  Democrats  swore  freely, 

And  day  and  night,  with  great  delight, 
They  damned  old  Horace  Greeley. 


eepublica:^  caz^paigx  soxg-s, 


But  novr  a  cliange  lias  o"er  them  come, 

The  like  I  neTer  saw, 
They  now  are  wearing  Greeley  hats, 

And  shouting  Chappaqua. 

Charles  Stunner's  now  a  patriot, 

A  "  statesman  tried  and  trae. '■' 
But  Bnlly  Brooks  broke  Sumner's  head, 

"SVhen  this  old  hat  was  new. 
The  Democrats  all  cried  well  done, 

And  said  he'd  got  his  due, 
And  swore  they'd  hang  old  G-reeley  nest, 

When  this  old  hat  was  new. 

"Wlien  this  old  hat  was  new,  my  boys, 

Dan  Yoorhees  was  the  man, 
"Whose  tall,  proud  form  to  victory  led 

The  Democratic  clan. 
But  now  they  have  ruled  Daniel  out ; 

They  say  he  will  not  do, 
Because  he  stands  right  where  he  stood, 

When  this  old  hat  was  new. 
But  Daniel  will  not  stand  the  storm ; 

He  soon  will  come  to  '"taw," 
He  yet  will  sing  in  sweetest  strains 

The  song  of  Chax3paqua. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  my  boys, 

The  very  air  was  rent 
With  shouts  from  Democratic  throats 

For  a  "white  man's  guv-er-ment." 
But  now  they  talk  of  equal  rights 

For  every  race  and  hue, 
And  turn  their  backs  on  all  they  said, 

When  this  old  hat  was  new. 

But  still  it  does  seem  strange  to  me, 

'Tis  hard  to  think  so,  really, 
That  Hendi-icks  should  be  shoved  aside 

For  nigger-loving  Greeley. 
For  Hendricks  was  a  Democrat — 

And  to  his  party  true, 
While  Greeley  was  its  direst  foe. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new. 


44  KEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS, 


But  let  us  take  our  dish  of  dirt, 

And  try  and  put  it  througii, 
And  turn  our  backs  upon  the  past, 

"When  this  old  hat  was  new. 
And  when  we  get  old  Greeley  in. 

We'll  send  him  to  that  shore 
Where  Harrison,  "Zack"  Taylor,  too. 

And  Lincoln's  gone  before.  '  ' 

And  then  with  G-ratz  and  cousin  Frank, 
And  all  of  the  Blair  crew, 

We'll  soon  restore  the  days  of  yore, 
When  this  old  hat  was  new. 

—Chattanooga  EeraUi, 


Air — "  Rally  round  the  Flag,  Boys." 
We  have  labored  in  the  East,  and  we  have  figured  in  the 
West, 

.  But  vainly  yet  to  capture  all  the  plunder  ; 
Now  we'll  swallow  down  the  cuss  who  has  roweled  us  the 
worst. 

And  fight  for  the  offices  like  thunder ! 
Chorus — Offices  forever, 

Hooray  boys,  hooray ! 
Up  with  old  Greeley,  and  down  with  Gen'ral  Grant  I 
We'll  rally  round  the  Tribune,  and  hug  our  ancient 
foe, 

Shouting  our  battle-cry  of  j)lunder  ! 

Now  we'll  work  throughout  the  North,  and  we'll  fetch  'em 
in  the  South, 

Through  Tammany  and  all  the  Ku-Klux-Klanners ; 

'Neath  the  stars  and  bars  we  fight — for  the  South  was  al- 
ways right, 

With  Greeley  and  Jeff.  Davis  on  our  banners. 
Chorus — Offices  forever,  &c. 

We  go  the  "New  Departure "  in  a  very  thrifty  way, 
For  the  flesh-pots  of  Egypt  we  are  sighing  ; 
And  the  devil  we  would  take,  the  power  of  Grant  to  break, 
For  our  awful  hunger  there  is  no  denying. 
Chorus — Offices  forever,  &c. 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


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So  close  up  the  party  ranks,  and  crack  the  ancient  lash, 
That  al-^-aj^s  made  ns  step  and  pull  together  ; 
Any  pilot  in  a  gale,  to  watch  o'er  our  ragged  sail, 
And  take  us  through  a  desperate  spell  of  weather. 

Chorus — Offices  forever,  &c. 
Penn  Yan  Express. 

We  Can  51^>e  tlie  Il,©ws. 

Air — "  Kingdom  Coming." 
0;  darkies,  have  you  seen  Charles  Sumner, 

With  a  letter  in  his  hand, 
Go  down  the  street  some  time  this  morning. 

As  if  to  leave  the  land  ?  -  - 

He  hates  old  Grant  and  the  'Pubhcan  party, 

And  gives  'em  hail  Columb  !  .  . 

I  shouldn't  wonder  if  next  November 
He  will  wish  he  had  been  dumb. 
Chorus — Charles  Sumner  stops,  ha !  ha  ! 
The  world  moves  on,  ho  !  ho  ! 
He'll  soon  find  out  that  we  can  get  along  with- 
out him, 
And  that  we  can  hoe  the  row. 

The  time's  gone  by  when  we  used  to  be  driven, 

And  nobody's  lash  we  fear  ; 
"We  can  tell  Charles  Sumner  that  he  won't  make  a  livin' 

By  being  our  overseer. 
Our  bodies  ain't  bought  or  sold  any  more,  . 

For  cash  or  Conf edrit  notes, 
And  some  folks  will  find  that  they  ain't  doin'  much 

At  sellin'  the  colored  folks'  votes. 

Chorus — Charles  Sumner,  &c. 

We  can't  yet  see  why  we  ought  to  fling  over 

The  party  that  made  us  free  ;  '  '• 

How  Democratic  rule  is  going  to  be  a  blessing 

Is  something  we  never  can  see. 
We  ain't  quite  ready  to  give  up  our  freedom. 

In  spite  of  Charles  Sumner's  cant ; 
So  we'U  keep  right  along  and  do  our  own  voting. 

And  all  go  soUd  for  Grant. 

Chorus — Charles  Sumner,  &c. 

— Missouri  Democrat, 


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REPUBLICAN'  CAMPAIGN  SOITGS. 


Air— "■Marching  Through  Georgia." 
We've  another  contest  coming  for  Freedom's  holy  cause, 
We've  another  contest  coming  to  vindicate  our  laws, 
And  Grant  once  more's  our  candidate,  he  is  the  coming 
man; 

God  give  us  Grant  again  and  freedom. 

Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah  !  for  Grant  and  Wilson  f od,« 

Hurrah !  hurrah !  for  they're  loyal  and  they're 
true ; 

They'll  lead  us  on  to  victory,  they  will  our  foes 
subdue, 

God  give  us  Grant  again  and  freedom. 

Our  convention  has  been  called,  and  'twas  represented  Irue, 
From  California's  golden  land  to  the  dark  Penobscot  blue, 
And  with  voices  all  united,  that  thrilled  our  country  through. 
Shouted,  God  give  us  Grant  again  and  freedom  ! 
Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah  !  for  Grant  and  Wilson,  too,  &c. 

Now  our  banners  they  are  floating,  and  inscribed  you'll 
there  behold 

Another  name  in  Freedom's  cause  long  years  ago  enrolled ; 
'Tis  the  name  of  Henry  Wilson — traitor's  bond  cannot  en- 
fold, 

God  give  us  him  with  Grant  and  freedom. 

Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah  !  for  Grant  and  Wilson,  too,  &c. 

The  nation's  heart  is  throbbing,  and  exulting  beats  again  ; 
The  triumph  of  our  glorious  past  we  did  not  pledge  in 
vain. 

And  as  by  inspriration,  enraptured  bursts  the  strain, 

God  give  us  Grant  again  and  freedom ! 

Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah !  for  Grant  and  Wilson,  too,  &c. 

Our  noble  Grant  is  loyal,  he's  fearless,  and  he's  brave  ; 
He's  triumi^hed  on  the  land  and  he's  triumphed  on  the 
wave ;  -. 

He's  triumphed  o'er  rebellious  foes,  he  has  our  country 
saved, 

God  give  us  Grant  again  and  freedom  ! 

iJJwrm — Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  for  Grant  and  Y/ilson,  too,  &c. 

— G.  W.  Bunker. 


EEPUBLICA^'   CA^PAIGX  S0X&5, 


4:7 


To  Our  Xew  Friend,  Tlie  Old  democrat 
M.  G. 

AiE — "  The  Groves  of  Blarney." 
Like  tlie  vraves  of  ocean,  in  vrild  commotion, 

Our  deep  devotion  rims  liigli  for  yon. 
0,  darlin'  Horace — for  you'll  do  for  us, 

V\"h.a.t  we've  been  stliriven'  tliese  tin  years  to  do  ! 
For  nixt  Xovimber,  agra,  remimber, 

You  must  lave  yer  timber  and  sweet  Chappaqua, 
To  lade  the  nation,  with  self-abnegation, 

To  the  highest  station  that  it  ever  saw. 

"With  circumspection,  but  no  subjection, 

At  the  nest  election  we'll  cast  our  votes  ; 
"While  no  sojers  fearin',  there'll  be  wild  cheerin'. 

And  lashins  of  rum  in  bowld  Democratic  throats. 
Then,  whin  'tis  over,  like  a  cowlt  in  clover. 

Each  rebel  rover  can  frisk  and  play  : 
0,  what  fond  hand-shaken'  and  meny-makin', 

And  Eadical  quakin'  you'll  see  that  day  ! 

Then  the  b'ys  '11  meet  you,  Tammany  greet  you, 

Our  King  will  treat  you  to  cowld  wather  straight. 
In  commimeration  of  our  great  salvation, 

An'  youi'  elevation  to  the  chair  of  State  ! 
Tour  quick  convarsion  we  won't  be  harsh  on, 

'Tis  good  divarsion  for  the  b'ys  to  tell 
Of  our  deprivation  in  your  long  separation 

From  the  i±Lrue  owld  party  that  you  loved  so  well ! 

O,  'tis  I  would  show  it,  if  I  wor  a  poet 

Like  ]Misther  Dana  or  Big  Six's  chief, 
How  the  Sage  Woodchopper  never  tells  a  "  whopper," 

Nor  cares  a  coj)pex  for  the  Eadical  belief  ; 
But  was  meddtatin'  and  slyly  waitin' 

For  a  chance  of  batin'  the  Abolitionists, 
And  over  war's  chasm  without  a  spasm, 

"With  enthusiasm  to  clasp  the  .Johiiiiies'  fists. 

How  all  yer  writin'  oui'  prospects  blightin' 
By  day  and  night  in  the  owld  Tribune, 

"Was  done  in  kindness,  tho'  bekase  of  blindness, 
We  couldn't  see  it  in  your  organ's  tune  1 


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KEPUBLIOAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


But,  now,  Sage,  farmer,  and  party  charmer, 

We  see  no  harm  or  ill-will  in  that ; 
Shure  you're  wan  of  us  nov/,  an'  we  won't  discuss  now 

Unpleasant  subjects  with  the  ov/ld  white  hat! 

Like  Alexander,  the  great  commander, 

I'm  told  you'll  meander  in  a  coach  and  four^ 
To  the  spacious  White  House,  which  stands  convaynent, 

With  illigant  gardens  and  cabbages  galore ! 
There  Gineral  Jackson,  that  laid  hard  whacks  on 

The  Saxons'  backs  on  that  day  of  fate. 
On  his  horse  astraddle,  with  a  golden  saddle, 

Keeps  guard  undauntedly  f orninst  the  gate ! 

'Tis  there  through  bowers  bedecked  v/ith  flowers 

You  may  roam  for  hours  like  a  fairy  prince. 
Where  the  sweet  persimmons  an'  the  luscious  limons 

Hang  from  one  stim  on  the  high  garden  fince  ! 
There  the  thumpin  praties,  likewise  tomaties, 

And  ponderous  pumkins  an'  gay  oysthers  grow ! 
Wid  yer  fancy  f armin'  the  place 'd  be  charmin', 

You  could  so  improve  it  with  your  axe  an'  hoe ! 

But  och !  how  humblin'  'twill  be,  if  crumblin', 

Our  castles  tumblin'  shall  bury  our  hopes, 
And  Grant,  the  tanner's,  victorious  banners 

Eclipse  all  Carl  Sumner's  rhetorical  tropes  ! 
Though  like  waves  of  ocean  in  wild  commotion, 

Our  deep  devotion  runs  high  just  now — 
Since  there's  nothin'  certain,  and  the  lifted  curtain 

May  show  new  laurels  on  Grant's  martial  brow ! 
New  Yoek,  July  23, 1872.  —New  York  Times. 


Air — "  Root,  Hog,  or  Die." 

There  was  a  fighting  tanner 
That  lived  in  Illinois, 

V/ho  bore  aloft  the  banner 
That  treason  would  destroy  ; 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS, 


The  rebels  came  to  meet  Mm, 

With,  bay 'net,  shot,  and  shell, 
And  swore  they  would  defeat  him, 
But  he  tanned  their  jackets  welU 
Chorus — Ku-klux  and  Tammany^ 
Birds  of  a  feather, 
Jackdaws  and  carrion  c^ows. 

All  flock  together. 
Oh,  march  along. 


There  was  a  mighty  farmer, 

That  lived  at  Chappaqna}^ 
Of  "Copperheads"  a  charmer, 

A  man  of  "  higher  law ;" 
Says  he,  "I'll  beat  the  tanner. 

In  any  kind  of  weather. " 
But  Grant  had  on  his  banner, 

"  There  nothing  is  like  leather.** 
Ku-klux,  &c. 


The  rebels  vote  for  Greeley, 

The  freedmen  vote  for  Grant ; 
The  "SMiite  House  race  will  freely 

Make  Horace  sweat  and  pant ; 
But  Grant  mil  be  the  winner, 

For  he's  the  boy  can  ride — 
The  "old  white-coated  sinner " 

Will  lose  coat,  hat,  and  hide. 
Ku-klux,  &c. 


^fiie  boys  who  marched  to  battle 

To  save  the  stricken  flag. 
Who  faced  the  cannon's  rattle, 

And  ne'er  were  known  to  leCg, 
Say  that  they'll  finish  treason  - 

AVith  paper  bullets  now,,  | 
And  leave  old  ' '  Cincinnatus  '■' 

At  Chappaqua  to  plow. 
Ku-klux,  &c.. 
Boys  march  along ! 


BEFUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


And  sires  of  gallant  soldiers, 
And  all  that  love  the  right, 
Will  gather  round  Ulysses 

And  aid  him  in  the  fight  ; 
And  high  shall  float  their  banner, 

And  millions  shout  for  joy, 
When  conquering  comes  the  tanner 
That  lived  in  Illinois. 

Then  Ku-Mux  and  Tammany, 

Birds  of  a  feather, 
Jackdaws  and  carrion  crows, 

Will  fly  away  together. 
Oh,  march  along. 

— Washington  ChronkU, 


Tas'  and  TiiFpeMtineo 

.  Air— 

We  all  went  down  to  North  Car'line, 
With  heads  erect  and  feeling  fine — 
With  pockets  filled  and  all  complete. 
To  give  old  Grant  a  grand  defeat. 
Chorus — No  credit  at  the  bar  again, 

When  we  came  back  from  North  Caroline. 

We'll  never  go  so  far  again, 

And  won't  invest  in  tar  again. 

Nor  ever  deal  in  turpentine. 

The  best  of  all  our  bummers  went, 
And  greenbacks  by  the  cord  they  spent ; 
Our  ballot-stuffers,  too,  were  there, 
To  do  as  much  as  men  could  dare.  ( 
Cliorus — But  little  did  we  gain  for  that, 

When  we  came  back  from  North  Car'iine, 
Our  tricks  were  quite  too  vain  for  that, 
And  all  we  got  was  pain  for  that, 
And  lost  our  tar  and  turpentine. 

Though  well  we  made  old  Belmont  bleed. 
With  Hoffman,  Oakey  Hall,  and  Tweed,  ' 


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51 


And  though  our  speakers  stirred  their  pegs, 
And  through  the  sand  they  drew  their  legs. 
Chorus — Yet  that  was  ail  we  made  of  it, 

When  we  came  back  from  North  Car'line, 

Our  men  are  now  afraid  of  it ; 

They  do  not  like  the  grade  of  it, 

And  won't  invest  in  turpentine. 

We  lied  as  well  as  men  can  lie, 

And  set  the  Liberal  figures  high  ; 

But  that  was  all  the  worse  at  last. 

For  we  were  several  hours  too  fast,N 
Chorus — We'll  have  to  quit  our  lying  now, 

When  we've  got  back  from  North  Car'line. 

No  use  in  any  trying  now. 

For  all  our  foes  are  crying  now : 

"  Hurrah  for  tar  and  turpentine!" 

We  all  were  fat,  well-fed  with  crow, 
When  we  meandered  down  below ; 
But  there  wp,s  something  in  the  air 
That  made  us  very  thin  and  spare. 
Chorus — No  credit  at  the  bar  again, 

When  we  come  back  from  North  Car'Une. 

We'll  never  go  so  far  again. 

And  won't  invest  in  tar  again, 

Nor  ever  deal  in  turpentine. 
Missouri  Democrat.  —Gael  Bbbnt, 


Air — "Camptown  races." 

The  Lib'ral  game  is  a  game  of  brag, 
Don't  bet  your  money  on  any  such  nag, 
There's  Greacy  Horace  and  Big  Brown  Kat, 
Good  enough  bait  for  the  Democratic  trap. 

Oho! 

Chorus — We're  bound  to  run  all  night, 
We're  bound  to  run  all  day. 
We  bet  our  money  on  U.  S.  G.; 
Who  bets  on  Chappaqua  ? 


Qf2  KEPUBLIOAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


The  old  gray  coat  and  old  white  hat ! 
How  queer  they  fit  a  Democrat ! 
Beware  my  friends,  they'll  take  you  in,' 
Although  their  bait  is  quite  too  thin. 

Ohol 

Chorus — We're  bound  to  run  all  night, 
We're  bound  to  run  all  day, 
We  bet  our  money  on  U.  S.  G ; 
Who  bets  on  Chappaqua  ? 

Upon  this  line  we'll  fight  it  out, 
If  it  takes  all  summer  we'll  clean  'em  out. 
Our  old  war  horse  was  never  beat, 
We'll  try  him  another  four-year  heat. 

Ohol 

Chorus— "We're  bound  to  run  all  night, 
We're  bound  to  run  all  day. 
We  bet  our  money  on  U.  S.  G  ; 
Who  bets  on  Chappaqua  ? 

— S.  H.  KiNQ. 


Tlie  Baltimore  Pill. 

Air — "  Last  Rose  of  Summer." 

There's  a  farmer  named  Greeley,  a  doctor  of  laws. 
Who  espoused  once  right  freely  his  country's  great  cause, 
But  who  in  his  dotage  had  fallen  quite  ill. 
And  for  this  well-known  fever  he  swallowed  a  pill. 

Though  thou  grip'st  me  I'll  follow  where'er  thou  may'st 
lead. 

Though  thy  workings  may  harrow,  their  pains  I'll  not 
heed. 

'Tis  thy  charming  attainments,  thy  health-yielding  power. 
That  has  caused  me  to  swallow  thy  mixture  so  sour. 

demooeaoy's  answer. 

O,  Greeley,  thy  pill  ne'er  with  ours  can  compare 
When  they  in  Cincinnati  thy  name  did  declare. 
Such  sickening  prescription,  and  bitter  as  gall. 
And  our  health  will  grow  feebler  long  after  next  fall 


KEPTJBLICAJ5T  CAMPAIGN  SONGS.  53 


The  Proof  of  tlie  Pudding. 

Air— 

In  sixty-four  they  cursed  and  swore, 
Though  weak  and  rotten  to  the  core  ; 

'Twas  fight  and  run,  and  rant,  rant,  rant ; 
The  only  name  that  bore  the  blame, 
That  lost  their  "  cause"  and  brought  them  shame, 
Was  then  (as  now)  that  Grant !  Grant !  Grant  I 

In  sixty-eight,  with  bitter  hate, 
Although  'twas  getting  rather  late, 

They  screeched  aloud,  ' '  He  shant !  shant !  shant  1 
But  what  to  do  the  loyal  knew ; 
And  I'm  not  sorry,  nor  are  you, 

For  voting  for  that  Grant !  Grahl !  Grant ! 

Why  should  we  be  ?  for  don'l  you  see 
The  land  beams  with  prosperity. 

And  Greeley's  chance  is  scant,  scant,  scant ; 
For  us  no  waste,  no  laws  disgraced ; 
We've  ate  the  pudding,  like  the  taste, 

And  want  some  more  of  Grant  I  Grant !  Grant ! 

—George  M.  VickeeS, 

 1  

PoplilSr  democratic  Ode* 

ijR— "  Sweet  Home." 

In  the  darfe  fafies  of  poHtics, 

Wherever  we  go. 
Be  it  ever  so  sablcj 

There's  no  meat  like  cfbt^. 
This  bird  from  the  sky  bringeth  protnises  fair, 
Of  fat  places  in  office  and  plunder  to  spare. 

Crow,  crow,  lovely  crow, 
Be  it  ever  so  sable, 

There's  hb  meat  like  crow. 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


''•Til©  €®iiiiiig-  Maiie'^ 

Air—"  The  Irishman's  Shanty." 
I'm  going  to  sing  of  a  queer  old  man 
Who  in  Gotham  lived  best  part  of  his  span ; 
And  who  every  morning  swore,  ' '  I  can 
A  river  turn  back,  or  leastwise,  dam." 

E.i  tooral,  looral,  looral  litollay ! 

E,i  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

Now,  this  old  chap  had  a  curious  "head, 
'Twas  three  parts  squash  and  one  bran  bread, 
And  it  only  wanted  a  pound  of  lead 
To  leaven  the  lumps  on  which  he  fed. 
Ki  tooral,  looral,  &e. 

For  want  of  this  leaven  his  hea^  grew  light, 
Which  led  him  to  dream,  by  day  and  night, 
That  an  office  he'd  have — it  was  his  right — 
"And,  by  gum,"  (he  swore,)  "  for  it  I'll  fight." 
Ki  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

His  plans  he  laid,  then  looked  afoufi^ 
For  tools,  or  fools,  to  break  the  ground, 
And  in  the  courts  a  felon  he  found, 
"For  whose  good  behavior  he  would  belDOund." 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &g. 

This  felon  had  friends,  and  they  liaS  lands, 
Now  run  to  grass  for  want  of  "  hands  " 
To  work  for  nothing,  in  squads  and  bands, 
And  find  themselves  paid  through  the  lash's  strands. 
Ki  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

To  aid  those  friends  he  nex^;  undertook 
A  trip  to  the  Gulf  with  his  bran-new  book, 
His  old  white  hat  having  first  forsook. 
And,  greeting  the  crowd,  each  hand  he  shook. 
Bi  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

"  A  farmer,"  says  he,  '''"Behold  in  ttie, 
And  each  of  you  I  fain  would  see 
Peruse  my  book,  for  I  give  it  fre^', 
And  learn  from  it  liow  to  climh  a  trte. " 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 


"  'Twill  t'eS  you  how  to  hoe  your  corn — 
WJ;en  th*e  cock  should  crow  on  a  frosty  mom, 
And  vrhy  the  calf,  when  the  cow  is  born, 
Should  take  milk-punch  to  strengthen  its  hom. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

The  bait  it  took  !  the  farmer's  plan 
To  "  climb  the  tree  "  had  now  began 
To  take  such  shape  that  he  who  ran 
flight  see  H.  G.  was  the  coming  man. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &g. 

Eeturniug  home,  he  wrote  aiiH  he  swore, 
And  as  he  wrote  he  swore  the  more, 
That  "  all  his  past  he  would  ignore, 
And  he'd  go  it  blind  for  the  Y>'hite  House  door. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

To  pave  the  way  and  clear  the  track, 
He  had  recourse  to  a  beaten  hack, 
Who  had  run  the  course  on  the  opposite  tack 
To  that  now  steered  by  old  Ciiaxipaquack. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

To  capture  the  house  of  Uncle  Sam. 
The  friends  of  the  felon  and  all  their  clan 
Sent  up  a  shout  for  this  queer  old  man, 
"Who  soon  got  his  "  first  coat "  of  tar  and  tan. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

Beihg  tarred  and  tanned  from  heel  to  head, 
This  poor  old  man  around  is  led. 
With  "  a  hook  in  his  nose,"*  while  he  is  fed 
Upon  chowder  and  squash  as  his  daily  bread. 
Ei  tooral,  looral,  &c. 

So  {arliave  I  gung  of  this  latest  sham, 
"Who  every  morning  swears,  '  •  I  can 
A  Tiver  turn  back,  or  leastwise,  dam," 
While  the  geese  all  cackle  "  the  coming  man!'^ 

-Bi  tooral,  looral,  looral,  litollay ; 

Ei  tooral,  looral,  looral,  littJetelay,  &c. 
Waihingion  Chronicle. 


*  mw  Tork  World  upon  H.  G. 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SC)N<SS. 


Horace  CS-reeley; 

Air — "John  Anders6n/my  Jo." 

H.  G-reeley,  Horace  Greeley, 

How  grateful  in  your  ear's 
Must  sound  the  Baltimoreans' 

Enthusiastic  cheers! 
In  sixty-one  those  throats  were 

Tuned  to  another  key, 
For  loyal  blood  they  clariiSred, 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  G; 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  Greeley, 

Ten  years  ago  or  more, 
Quite  otherwise  you  welcomed, 

"  The  news  from  Baltimore." 
You  did  not  smile  just  tlien— 

But  most  indignant  he 
Who  thundered  in  the  Tribune 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  G. 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  Greeley, 
Of  yore  you  used  to  call 
Your  Democratic  allies 

Thieves,  rogues,  and  scou'nclrels  aU. 
Now,  saloon  and  brothel  open-. 

The  jail-birds  are  set  free,  y 
Are  all  made  pure  and  vote  for 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  G. 

O,  Greeley,  Horace  Greeley^, 

Like  Eoman  old  you  com© 
To  head  an  alien  army 

Against  your  life-long  home^'^ 
Eather  than  Cincinnatus, 

True  Coriolanus  be ; 
Then  yours  a  noble  triumph^ 

H.  Greeley,  Horace  G, 


EEPrBLICAK"  CAMPAIGIT  SOXGS. 


5T 


Goosey  G-reeley. 

AiE— "  Royal  Charlie." 

Come  throngli  the  heather, 

And  round  him  gather, 
Come  rebs  and  roughs  quite  freely ; 

Come  weal,  come  woe, 
T^e'll  gather  and  go 

Along  with  Goosey  Greeley. 

Let  Baltimore  display  once  more 
Her  Blood-Tubs  in  their  freedom ; 

The  Ku-Klux  Klan  shall  be  the  van, 
"While  Jeff's  on  hand  to  lead  "em. 

Chorus — Come  through  the  heather,  &o* 

The  late  Cabal  and  soreheads  all. 
Their  griefs  we  must  remember. 

And  for  boiled  crow  ''you  bet "  they'll  go 
From  now  until  Xovember. 

Chorus — Come  through  the  heather,  ttc. 

The  Tammany  ring  its  hordes  will  bring 

To  Tote  both  late  and  early, 
"We'll  rally  and  sing  with  the  Tammany  ring, 

"  We  goes  far  Goose  and  Greeley." 
Chorus — Come  thi-ough  the  heather,  &c. 

Then  through  the  heather. 

And  round  him  gather, 
Come  one  and  all  quite  freely, 

And  as  you  run 
Keep  up  the  fun. 

The  Goose  is  Horace  Greeley. 


Advice  to  Greeley. 

Air — "  Wait  for  the  wagon." 

0,  Horace  I  do  not  leave  the  farm. 

If  you  have  one  to  till. 
The  Democrats  are  disgracing  you, 

Take  not  their  bitter  pill ; 


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Tlie  "  river"  of  yonr  politics 

Must  shortly  overflow ; 
Y/liere  there's  no  banks  to  stay  the  flood, 
The  waters  wild  will  go. 
(Jlioi'us — Then  wait  for  a  schooner, 
Wait  for  a  schooner, 
"Wait  for  a  schooner,  and  you'll 
Up  Salt  river  go. 

'  Stoop  not  to  sail  a  pirate's  craft, 

Though  loyal  banners  fly, 
They  flutter  falsehood,  as  aloft 

They  flaunt  along  the  sky  ; 
Though  Cincinnati  madly  flings 

Her  canvas  to  the  breeze. 
The  ship  of  State,  with  Grant  on  board. 
Will  drive  her  from  the  seas. 
Chorus — Then  wait,  &c. 

'Tis  sad  my  philosophic  friend. 

Your  case  I  much  deplore, 
The  German  vote  you  cannot  save 

Despite  of  Baltimore. 
Each  Democrat  denies  your  claim. 

As  doth  the  son  of  Ham, 
And  all  aloud,  as  one,  proclaim, 

Ulysses  is  the  man. 
Chorus — Then  wait,  &c. 

— F.  Reed. 

[     N   ■  * 

Air—"  Red,  White,  and  Blue." 

^hree  cheers  for  the  chief  of  our  nation, 
Whose  valor  won  peace  from  the  war, 

Who  graces  the  loftiest  station — 

We'll  thank  him  with  ballots  once  more. 

Three  cheers  for  the  soldier,  so  brave. 
Who  fought  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue  ! 

The  chief  who  his  country  can  save 
Will  e'er  to  that  country  be  true. 


"feEPUBLTCAX  CAMPAIGX  SOXGB. 


69 


Three  clieers  for  the  Trisdom  that  planned 

Defea!:  to  each  traitorous  foe — 
Brought  prosx^erons  days  for  oiir  land 

From  anarchy,  ehaos,  and  vroe. 

Three  cheers  for  the  noblest  of  sonls, 
TTho,  conscious  of  honor  and  right, 

In  silence  disdains  the  "  sore  polls," 
Their  slanders  and  malice  and  spite/ 

Three  cheers  for  reduction  of  debt, 

For  progress,  for  vroik  -vvithont  rant ; 
Three  cheers  for  what's  better  yet — 
Four  years  more  of  President  Grant. 

Three  cheers  I  "  Grant  and  Wilson"  ^ve'U  vote 

In  spite  of  the  Greeleyites  cant ; 
"We'll  sink  their  Ohio  flat  boat 

And  sail  on  vrith  Wilson  and  Grant. 

— Syracuse  Journal. 


Fm  Going-  for  G-raiat. 

Ate — Eosin  the  Bow."  '     r . 

I  do  not  know  much  abont  farming,^  \      J  -^  ^ 

According  to  chemical  science,      '  ^ 
And  so  my  potatoes  and  apples 

Are  growing  without  such  appliance. 
I  plough  deep  and  plant  in  rotation, 

And  raise  a  heap  more  than  I  want^  ■ 
i  am  not  ill  content  with  the  conntry, 

And  not  ill-disposed  toward  Grant, 

1  do  not  know  mnch  of  c-onventions, 

And  ne'er  made  a  speech  in  my  life  ; 
I  never  went  much  on  a  caucus, 

iSor  mixed  in  political  strife. 
But  if  I  was  only  a  spouter, 

Or  if  I  was  much  on  a  chant, 
rd  hoUer  a  stave  for  the  Union, 

And  speak  a  good  word  for  old  Grant. 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


I  do  not  know  mucli  about  finance, 

I  hate  to  be  dunned  as  a  debtor, 
And  when  I  owe  money,  I  reckon 

The  sooner  it's  paid  why  the  better. 
Since  Grant  has  been  boss  of  the  nation, 

It's  bills  have  been  reg'larly  met ; 
He's  lightening  the  load  of  taxation, 

And  paying  the  national  debt. 

1  do  not  know  much  about  fightin'— • 

My  notions  don't  that  way  incline- 
But  when  it  comes  down  to  a  scrimmage, 

He  never  was  beat  on  that  line. 
When  treason  was  threatenin'  to  swamp  us, 

'Twas  he  gave  the  thing  its  death-blow  ; 
And  as  he  brought  us  through  the  danger 

I  ain't  going  back  on  him  now. 

I  do  not  pretend  to  talk  wisely 

:   About  "  Tariffs  "  and  "  balance  of  trade," 

But  business  is  generally  lively, 

And  pretty  fair  profits  are  made. 
In  spite  of  the  growling  of  soreheads, 

"  Corruption,"  "  Eeform,"  and  sich  rant,. 
1  see  that  the  country  is  prosp'ring, 

And,  by  thunder,  I'm  going  for  Grant, 


AiK— "  Ten  Little  Indian  Boys." 

Ten  little  Liberals  getting  into  line. 

One  of  them  bolted,  and  then  there  were  nine. 

iTine  little  Liberals,  organized  by  hate. 

Fought  among  themselves,  and  then  there  were  eight. 

Eight  little  Liberals  claimed  to  be  eleven. 
One  couldn't  see  it,  and  then  there  were  seven. 

Seven  little  Liberals  playing  silly  tricks, 
One  got  disgusted,  and  then  there  were  sis. 


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Six  Kttle  Liberals  getting  in  a  hive, 
One  got  stung,  and  then  there  were  five. 

Five  little  Liberals  played  a  game  of  "  draw," 
One  got  busted,  and  then  there  were  four. 

Four  little  Liberals  getting  up  a  tree, 

One  tumbled  over,  and  then  there  were  three. 

Three  little  Liberals  sitting  in  the  dew, 
One  got  the  colic,  and  then  there  were  two. 

Two  little  Liberals  talking  very  freely, 
One  got  mad  and  wouldn't  go  for  Greeley. 

One  little  Liberal  sitting  all  alone, 

Swallowed  up  bis  own  self,  and  then  there  were  none. 


Obituary, 

HORACE  GREELEY, 

Air— "Auld  Lang  Syne,^ 

Old  Greeley  is  dead,  that  good  old  man, 
We  ne'er  shall  see  him  more, 
He  used  to  wear  an  old  white  coat, 
All  buttoned  down  before. 

Upon  his  head  an  old  white  hat 
He  always  used  to  wear. 
To  cover  up  his  shining  he.ad. 
So  destitute  of  hair, 

A  pair  of  massive  spectacles 
He  wore  upon  his  nose, 
Which  made  him  look  beneYolent, 
As  ev^ybody  knows. 

He  was  a  great  newspaper  .man,. 
And  pubhshed  the  Tribune^ 
And  every  day,  or  month,  at  least, 
HjP  always  changed  his  tune. 


EEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Inconstant,  fickle,  changeable, 
Unstable  as  the  wind, 
He  first  blew  hot  and  then  blew  cold 
Just  as  he  changed  his  mind. 

Philosophy  was  his  delight, 

And  he  could  clearly  prove 

That  all  mankind  would  be  made  blest 

By  practising  free  love. 

For  farming,  too,  he  had  a  taste, 
Although  it  has  been  said. 
He  never  met  with  much  success^ 
Except  on  cabbage  head. 

In  politics  ho  fared  far  worse, 
For  people  were  afraid 
To  trust  this  man  in  public  life. 
Lest  they  should  be  betrayed. 

And  though  the  Cincinnati  men 
Joined  those  at  Baltimore, 
To  make  old  Horace  Presidentj 
They  all  fell  through  the  floor/' 

Their  platform  was  too  weak  to  hdld^ 
And  come  down  with  a  crash, 
And  poor  old  Horace  Greeley  die.^ 
Crushed  in  the  general  smash. 

The  coroner  was  quickly  called^ 
An  inquest  duly  made, 
And  this  was  what  the  gentlemen 
Upon  the  jury  said : 

''We  find  that  Horace  Greeley  died 
Of  pressure  on  the  brain, 
Caused  by  a  platform  breaking  down 
That  couid  not  stand  the  strain. 

*'  Its  timbers  and  its  planks  were  westk, 
And,  if  they  had  been  good, 
No  platform,  we  are  satisfied, 
Could  carry  such  a  load." 

— Illinois  Staie 


REPUBLIC A^T  CXMFAIG^  SD:^vG-5. 


Campaign  Song-. 

Ais— Xelly  BligQ." 

EverTTs-liere,  eYeiywhere, 

Svrells  the' joTons  song. 
Ploating  on  the  summer  breeze 

Cheerily  along. 
Mingled  voices,  lond  and  clear, 

From  Oregon  to  Maine, 
Send  np  a  shont  for  General  GrajiJ;, 

And  join  this  glad  refrain  ; 

Chorus — Brave  leader  I  strong  leader! 
Xot  a  man  but  he 
Can  the  hosts  of  Freedom  lead 
On  to  victory  \ 

vVhen  Ulysses  Grant  Tvas  yonng, 

The  tanner's  trade  he  plied, 
And  in  his  calling  even  then 

Evinced  an  honest  pride  : 
And  since  that  day  he's  tanned  the  hide 

Of  many  a  trait'rous  foe 
At  Donelson  and  Ticksbnrg.  too, 
^  As  well  the  "Lib'rals  "  Imosv^ 
ChGTics — Brave,  &c. 

Still    on  that  liae  he'H  %hfc  it  ont,^ 

Until  some  time  next  fall, 
TvTien  at  the  polls  he'll  slaughter  them, 

Horse,  foot,  dragoons,  and  all. 
He'U  flay  the  "  Sage  of  Chappaqna  " 

Alive  from  heel  to  crOTm, 
And  hang  on  high  his  hide  to  dry 

^ith  that  of  B.  Gratz  Bro^. 
Chorus — Brave,  ^:c. 

For  rallying  round  his  standard  come 

A  host  of  yeomin  true, 
As  once  old  Scotia's  clansmen  came 

At  call  of  Koderick  Dhu. 


KEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Though  not  as  they  with  sword  and  shi^d, 
And  battle-axe  and  brand,  ■' 

But  each  is  armed  for  truth  and  right, 
With  ballot  in  his  hand. 
Chorus— BvOsYe,  &c. 

Onward,  boys  !  forward,  boys ! 

Still  keep  wide  awake — 
See  !  along  the  darkened  sky 
The  clouds  begin  to  break. 
E'en  now  the  victory  is  ours — 

Our  foes  their  death  song  chant, 
God  bless  the  people's  President — 
Our  own  Ulysses  Grant. 
Chorus — Brave  leader !  strong  leader ! 
Not  a  man  but  he 
Can  the  hosts  of  Freedom  lea^^ 
On  to  victory.  ^ 

—A.  DOWNINO. 


Air — "Little  Brown  Jug." 

Old  John  Bourbon  he  don't  know 

Which  way  now  he'll  have  to  go, 

Greeley's  not  the  man  for  him. 

And  he  ain't  sure  Greeley'U  win. 

Chorus — Chap,  Chap,  Chap,  paw,  quaw,  quaw, 
An  old  white  hat  and  a  man  o'  straw ; 
Bads  and  rebels,  thick  and  thin, 
Oh !  what  a  fix  our  party's  in. 

Horace,  he's  a  nasty  pill, 
Writes  the  sickest  sort  of  swill ; 
But  you  see  here's  what  we  want — 
Some  blind  mule  to  beat  old  Grant. 
Chorus — So  Chap,  Chap,  &c. 

Sick  of  buzzard,  don't  like  crow, 
We  must  win  or  starve,  you  know, 
Dog  my  cats,  if  I  can  see 
Where's  the  end  for  men  like  me. 
Chorus — But  Chap,  Chap,  &o. 


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Schnrz  says  Greeley's  just  the  man, 

I  can't  see  it  if  he  can ; 

If  he's  Loco  I  ain't  one, 

If  he  ain't,  the  party's  gone.- 

Chorus — Oh  I  Chap,  Chap,  &c>  - 

I  must  have  a  pension,  shu', 
For  my  service  in  the  wa' ; 
Some  durn'd  Yankee  shot  my  Jim, 
Maybe  Greeley'll  pay  for  him. 
Chorus — Well,  Chap,  Chap,.&c.. 

So  I'll  take  my  Greeley  straight}. 

That's  the  way  to  save  the  State, 

Greeley's  not  the  man  we  want, 

I'd  vote  for  a  skunk  to  beat  old  Grant. 

Chorus — Anything  to  beat  old  Grant, 
That's  the  feller  we  all  want, 
The  meanest  cuss  I  ever  saw 
Is  old  Chap-Chap-pa-quaw-quaw. 

— Louisville  Commercial. 


Tlie'  Mrave- and  tlie  True. 

Air — "  Red,  White,  and  Blue." 

Arise,  now,  ye  lovers  of  Freedom,        ^  ^ 

Your  st  ngth  to  the  just  cause  noA^  lend, 
That  your  country  forever  with  honor 

And  glory  shall  live  to  the  end. 
"With  such  men  as  our  Grant  we  will'  prosper, 

Who  has  naught  but  his  country  in  view. 
Let  your  banners  now  wave  for  Grant  and  Wilson, 

Three  cheers  for  the  brave  and  the  true. 

Charm — Three  cheers  for  the  brave  and  the  true  \ 
Three  cheers  for  the.  brave  and  the  true  ! 
Let  your  banners  now  wave  for  Grant  and 
Wilson, 

Three  cheers  for  the  brave  and  the  true  ! 


EEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SOA'GS. 


When  fierce  and  benighted  rebellion 

Had  caused  our  fair  land  to  bewail ; 
Then  stood  up  before  our  ereat  nation 

A  captain  who  sailed  through  the  gale. 
How  he  "  fought  on  that  line  "  all  remember, 

'Till  he  brought  our  old  flag  safely  through. 
Let  us  meet  at  the  polls  next  November, 

And  vote  for  the  brave  and  the  true. 
Ghmms — Three  cheers  for  the  brave,  &g. 

Old  Horace,  the  sage,  bring  before  us, 

Who  with  traitors  his  fortune  has  cast ; 
Let  us  ask,  "Art  thou  Greeley,  whoso  chorus 

So  long  chimed  with  ours  in  the  past  ?  " 
May  defeat  in  its  aspect  most  dire 

O'ertake  you  and  all  your  motley  crew, 
For  our  Union  and  cause  will  ne'er  tire — 

Three  cheers  for  the  brave  and  the  true ! 
Chorus — Three  cheers  for  the  brave,  &c. 

—J.  W.  S. 


Am — "  When  Johnny  Comes  Marching  Home." 

Oh,  have  you  heard  the  glorious  news  ? 

Hurrah  !  hurrah ! 
The  Greeleyites  have  got  the  blues — - 

Hurrah !  hurrah ! 
They  burnt  their  powder  all  in  vain-- 
We've  whipped  them  out  and  out  again, 
And  they  don't  feel  gay 
As  the  news  comes  rolling  irfe 

The'  old  North  State  has  fired  her  gun. 

Hurrah !  hurrah 
^fie  bids  the  nation  tally  onej. 

Hurrah !  hiirrah ! 
She's  wheeled  into  the  Union  line^ 
The  Stars  and  Stripes  above  her  shine, 
And  we  all  feel  gay 
As  the  news  comes  rolling  in. 


REPUBLICAN"  CAIMPAIG^T 


The  Springfield  Greeleyites  were  sold! 

Hnrrali  1  inirrali  I 
Snch  glorious  news,  it  must  be  told ! 

Hurrah  1  hurrah ! 
*'  At  last  a  victory  is  won  I  " 
So  out  they  brought  their  old  cracked  gtm, 
And  they  all  felt  gay 
As  the  news  came  rolling  in. 

Says  Peter  Slack  to  Balentin^^ 

Hurrah !  hurrah ! 
"  The  news  is  really  very  fine  !  " 

Hurrah  I  hurrah  I 
"  At  last  the  tables  have  been  turned— 
in  give  the  powder  to  be  burned — 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
As  salutes  come  rolling  in," 

But  now  they  hang  their  heads  in  shame, 

Hurrah !  hurrah  I 
'''How's  North  Carolina?  "  blocks  their  game, 

Hurrah !  hurrah  I 
And  next  November's  bound  to  show 
For  Grant  the  old  North  State  will  go — 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  the  news  comes  rolling  in. 


Tfiie  Old  Msin  and  Mis  Organ, 

Air — 

There  was  an  old  man  had  an  organ — 

He  made  with  Boss  Billy  a  bargain  : 
' '  If  you  vote  me  a  king, 
I'll  play  and  I'll  sing 
For  the  Tammany  ring," 

Said  the  funnv  old  man  with  the  organ. 
Then  hav  diddle,  hoe  dlfldle, 
High  diddle,  low  did.llo. 

Played  the  old  man  with  the  organ. 


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REPUBLICAN"  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Then  gaily  made  answer  Boss  Billy, 
(While  the  band  played  "  Dixie  "  so  silly,) 

'  'All  right !  we'll  go  snucks, 

Baising  Cain  with  their  Ducks — 

We'll  join  the  Ku-klux  !" 
*'Amen  and  hurroo  !"  shouted  Greeley, 

While  hay  diddle,  hoe  diddle, 

High  diddle,  low  diddle, 
Together  dance  Greeley  and  Billy. 


Air—"  Trarnp,  Tramp,  Tramp,  the  Boys  are  ■Rfarching." 

For  the  man  who  led  our  armies  through  the  blood  and 
toil  of  war, 

Who  in  triumph  and  in  mercy  sheathed  the  sword, 
All  the  Union-loving  people  will  be  sure  to  vote  again, 

And  his  labor  and  his  truth  will  thus  reward. 
Chorus — Grant,  Grant,  Grant !  the  boys  are  calling ;? 
He's  the  man  the  people  want  again. 
And  they  all  will  vote  to  place  him  in  the  Presi- 
dential chair, 
And  we  will  live  in  peace  and  plenty  then. 

Though  the  Copperheads  and  soreheads  may  unite  to  put 
him  down, 

Yet  our  General  has  the  people  at  his  back  ; 
All  the  wheezy,  spavined  i)arty  hacks  had  better  clear  the 
way. 

For  the  Union  horse  is  bound  to  sweep  the  track. 
Chorus — Grant,  Grant,  Grant !  the  boys  are  calling,  &c. 

Only  four  short  years  ago  we  were  overwhelmed  with 
debt. 

And  it  did  not  seem  that  we  could  ever  pay  ; 
But  the  daylight  has  been  breaking,  and  the  dawn  has 
come  at  last, 

And  we  soon  shall  see  the  glory  of  the  day. 
Chorus — Grant,  Grant,  Grant !  the  boys  are  calling,  &c. 


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Now  the  country  is  at  peace,  and  all  the  land  is  ftill  of  joy, 

And  a  blessed,  bounteous  harrest  crowns  the  year  ; 
TvTiile  our  debts  are  growing  smaller,  and  the  taxes  aare 
reduced, 

For  the  future  we  may  never  have  a  fear. 
.C7/ia?^MS— Grant,  Grant,  Grant!  the  boys  are  calling,  &o. 

"We  must  rally  round  the  party  that  has  saved  the  nation's 
life. 

That  in  perilous  times  was  ever  true  and  firm ; 
We  must  give  it  time  to  finish  all  the  work  it  has  to  do, 

And  must  give  our  trusty  Grant  another  term. 
Chorus — Grant,  Grant,  Grant  I  the  boys  are  calling,  &c. 

— Carl  Bke>'t. 


Fling"  c&iit  t£ie  Haiiner, 

Air — "  Uncle  Sam's  Farm." 
Fling  out  now  the  banner  of  Grant  and  Wilson  true, 
The  rebel  hordes  are  marshalling  the  conflict  to  renew ; 
Our  leader  met  them  often  amid  the  cannon's  roar. 
And  soon  will  put  their  hosts  to  flight  as  he  has  done  before. 
Chorus — Fling  out  now  the  banner,  the  "battle-cry"  renew, 
Hurrah  for  Grant  and  Wilson,  the  tried,  the 

brave  and  true ; 
^Ihey  scooped  the  rebs  at  Yicksburg,  and  Eich- 

mond,  under  Lee  ; 
CChey'U  scoop  them  in  November,  and  capture 
Horace  G. 

Fling  out  now  the  banner  of  Grant  and  Wilson  true. 
And  show  the  "Dolly  Vardens"  that  poor  Horace  ^v^ll 
not  do ; 

He's  played  the  possum  often  an  office  to  secure, 

Now  sold  himself  to  Tammany,  and  so  his  fate  is  sure. 

Chorus — Fling  out  now  the  banner,  &c. 

The  canines  are  howling,  there's  Lyman,  Charles,  and 
Schurz, 

Their  scandals  echoed  far  and  near  by  all  the  smaller  curs ; 
Their  vile  denunciations  of  Grant  will  never  pay. 
He's  bound  to  be  oui-  President,  for  so  the  people  say. 
Chorus— '^'^o  out  np^  jihe  banner,  <fcc. 


70  KEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


The  soreheads  are  shouting  about  their  great  reform, 
"With  Tammany  and  Greeley  we  shall  have  it  in  a  horn ; 
Boss  Tweed  to  do  the  stealing  for  all  the  smaller  fiy, 
And  Horace  says,  "  'Tis  well  my  boys,"  O  !  how  is  that  for 
high  ? 

Qhprus— Fling  out  now  the  banner,  &o. 


TIae  I£m-Msix  €5-li©st. 

Air — "  Giles  Scroggin's  Ghost." 

A  sorehead  courted  Tam — ma — ny, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  rol,  de  ra, 
So  as  to  be  their  nomi — nee, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  ra. 
Many  fat  things,  indeed  'tis  true — 
If  you  love  me  as  I  love  you — 
"Will  I  bestow  upon  your  crew. 

Fol  lol  de  riddle,  lol  de  ra. 

So  the  day  that  they  shook  hands, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  rol,  de  ra, 
ffhey  were  joined  by  the  Ku-klux  Klans, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  ra, 
i^he  Klans  said  now,  we  need  not  fret, 
We'll  make  him  pay  the  rebel  debt, 
And  for  our  niggers,  too,  "  you  befi^" 

Fol  lol  de  riddle,  lol  de  ra. 

Then  Horace  to  his  bed  did  cree]^, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  rol,  de  ra, 
And  soon  he  fell  quite  fast  asleep, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  ra. 
"When  standing  there  by  his  bed-post^ 
A  figure  tall  his  sight  engross'd. 
And  it  said,  I'm  the  Ku-klux  ghost, 

Fol  lol  de  riddle,  lol  de  ra. 

This  ghost  it  said  all  solemn — ly, 

Fol  de  rol,  da  rol,  de  ra, 
*' Horace,  you  must  go  m% 

Fol  de  rol,  4©  r% 


And  take  a  ride  upoii  a  rail. " 
Theu  Horace  he  did  quake  and  quail, 
And  liis  hard  luck  he  did  bewail. 
Fol  lol  de  riddle,  lol  de  ra. 

The  ghost  it  seized  him  all  so  giim, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  rol,  de  ra. 
To  make  him  go  along  with  him, 

Fol  de  rol,  de  ra. 
Then  Horace  woke  and  screamed  a  scream, 
And  found  that  he  had  dreamed  a  dream, 
3rhus  ended  this  unwelcome  scene. 

Fpi  iol  de  riddle,  lol  de  ra. 


We'll  Try  Ifim  Again. 

Air— 

'Wq  will  try  him  again  for  another  four  years, 

The  man  who  in  civic  position 
Is  keexDing  the  laurels  he  won  in  the  field 

In  a  very  luxuriant  condition. 
We  will  try  him  another  four  years, 
The  man  who  has  been  so  successful. 
For  they  can't  win  the  race 
With  a  wild  goose  Chase, 
J?or  with  agricultural  Greeley  ; 

So  get  out  of  the  way 
For  the  man  of  the  day, 
Who  is  beating  them  all  so  genteely. 


ILfines  Oil  Horace. 

Air — "  Who  will  Care  for  Mother  IS'ow  ?  ** 

Why  are  Democrats  dejected  ? 

Whj  that  sad  and  gloomy  air  ? 
*Cause  their  pill  won't  be  elected 

To  the  Presidential  chair. 
Oh,  how  plain  they"U  show  their  anguish, 

When  they're  badly  beat  again  ! 


EEPUELIGAN  CxiMPAIGN  SONGS. 


In  November  they  will  languish  ; 

"Who  will  care  for  Greeley  then? 
Chorus — Soon  from  Grant  we'll  all  be  hearing 
His  inaugural  again ; 
/  .■  O,  that  happy  day  is  nearing ! 

Yv^ho  will  care  for  Greeley  then  ? 

Y/ho  can  tell  the  great  disaster 

That  our  country  would  behold, 
If  old  Horace  could  be  master 

Of  the  Treasury's  bright  gold? 
No  ;  the  people  v/ant  his  knowledge 

Where  his  acts  can  do  no  harm ;  , 
Not  what  he  obtained  from  college,  \ 

But  what  he  knows  'bout  a  farm. 
Chorus — Soon  from  Grant  we'll  all,  &c. 

—  .  I 

Air — "  Kingdom  Coming." 

O,  what's  the  use  of  talking  now  about  your  Horace  Gree- 
ley? 

The  Democrats  have  swallowed  him,  but  can't  digest  him 
freely, 

A  bitter  pill  he  surely  is — deny  it  now  they  can't ; 

But  "anything"  is  still  the  cry  to  beat  our  General  Grant. 

Chorus — Get  out  of  the  way,  old  Horace  Greeley ! 

Get  out  of  the  way,  I  say  I  1 
Just  stand  aside,  old  humbug  Greeley,  j 

We  can't  eat  crow  to-day.  \^ 

A.cross  the  bloody  chasm  wide  we'll  all  clasp  hands,  they 
say. 

With  Jeff  and  all  his  rebel  host,  we'll  travel  on  our  way ; 
The  Y/hite  House  we  would  occupy,  and  run  the  whole 
machine. 

The  Treasury  vaults  we  would  control,  and  l^eep  them 

very  clean. 
Chorus — Get  out  of  the  v/ay,  &c. 


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There's  one  thing  now  I  \vish  to  say,  so  Horace  just  take 
vrarniug — • 

In  order  to  beat  General  Grant  you  must  be  up  in  the 
morning  : 

You  want  to  tell  us  what  you  know  of  turnijjs,  corn,  and 
oats, 

But  that  won't  make  you  President,  unless  you  get  the 
votes. 

C^m^s— Get  out  of  the  way,  &c. 

Now,  Horace,  tell  us  what  you  know  of  that  abomination, 
"When  you  were  sold  to  Tammany  just  for  a  nomination  : 
They  tell  us  you  are  honest  now,  and  true  to  every  trust — 
From  honesty  like  this,  we  say,  good  Lord  deliver  us  ! 
Chorum — Get  out  of  the  way,  &c. 

The  Greele^dte-Confederates  have  had  a  jubilation, 
They  burnt  their  powder,  shouted  loud,  and  made  a  dem- 
ons-oration : 

To-day  they  walk  with  faces  long — have  ceased  their  noise 
and  clatter, 

They've  heard  from  North  Carolina  now,  and  that  is 

what's  the  matter. 
CAoniS— Get  out  of  the  way,  <fcc. 


MesaliidoFi. 

Air — "Hankidori,  I  oh  I" 

Oh  I  General  Grant's  the  man, 

That  whipped  the  rebels  neatly, 
And  soon  we  will  again 

Eepeat  the  dose  most  sweetly! 
There's  Jeff,  and  Greeley  too, 
And  Hoffman  in  his  glory, 
Their  ^/"izs  will  soon  turn  blue, 
Yv'hen  Grant  is  hunkidori 
Chorus — Three  cheers  for  General  Grant  I 
And  let  us  all  remember 
To  give  them  with  a  will, 
And  a  tiger  next  November. 


REPDBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


Grant  drove  tlie  rebels  in 

To  Vicksburg  on  the  river  ; 
The  boys  were  bound  to  win 

And  they  made  the  graybacks  shiver. 
The  bright  old  starry  flag- 
Waved  o'er  us  in  its  glory — 
Down  came  the  rebel  rag, 
Oh  !  wern't  we  hunkidori ! 

Chorus — Three  cheers,  &c. 

On  Chattanooga's  heights, 

'Mid  the  storm  and  smoke  of  battle, 
Where  the  bullets  flew  like  hail, 

And  the  cannons  loud  did  rattle, 
Grant  charged  them  home  again — 

You  all  have  heard  the  story — 
Oh !  didn't  they  skedaddle  ? 

And  Grant  was  hunkidori ! 
Chorus — Three  cheers,  &c. 

And  when  the  rebel  crew 

At  Eichmond  stood  in  wonder, 
To  see  the  boys  in  blue, 

Hurl  forth  their  iron  thundeij, 
*'  Phil  Sheridan's  let  loose," 

Cries  Lee,  the  field  is  gory! 
Oh  !  the  old  flag  wins  at  last, 

And  Grant  is  hunkidori ! 

Chorus — Three  cheers,  &c. 

There's  Brown  a,nd  Greeley  now, 

The  rebel  host  are  scanning. 
But  Grant  will  have  their  hides. 

For  Grant  is  up  to  tanning  I 
General  Grant  in  manhood's  prime, 

And  Wilson  in  his  glory. 
Will  win  the  race  this  time, 

And  we'll  all  be  hunkidori ! 
Chorus — Three  cheers,  &c. 

Vermont  will  send  a  shot, 
To  make  the  rebels  shiver: 

While  Maine  prepares  the  boat, 
To  send  'em  u|)  Salt  river ! 


EEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGI:^  SON'G&. 


The  breeze  that  fans  tlie  shore 
Will  tell  the  same  old  story"; 
The  Union  evermore  I" 
And  we'll  all  be  hunkidori  ! 
Chorus — Three  cheers,  &c 

The  Keystone  State  flings  out 

The  glorious  starry  banner, 
Ohio  with  a  shout 

Hurrahs  for  Grant,  the  tanner  I 
Wisconsin  tells  the  tale, 

With  Oregon  in  glory. 
Ku-klux  are  turning  pale, 

Oh !  aren't  we  hunkidori  ?  .  ' 

Chorus — Three  cheers, 

Oh !  General  Grant's  the  man, 

That  whipped  the  rebels  neatly. 
And  soon  we  will  again 

Eepeat  the  dose  most  sweetly,. 
There's  Jeff,  and  Greeley  too, 
And  Hoffman  in  his  glory, 
^heix  phiz  will  soon  turn  blue. 
When  Grant  is  hunkidori ! 
Chorus — Three  cheers  for  General  Grant  I 
And  let  us  all  remember 
To  give  them  with  a  will, 
Aid  a  tiger  next  November, 


G-rantj  Wilson,  and  Saiccess. 

AiK — "  Auld  Lang  Syne." 

The  long-roll  sounds  from  rocky  Maine 

To  California's  slope, 
It  echoes  over  lake  and  plain. 

And  bears  the  nation's  hope. 
The  watchword  starts  from  countless  hearts, 

That  ready  stand  to  bless, 
And  one  glad  cry  goes  up  the  sky — 

Grant,  Wilson,  and  success  ! 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 

The  nation's  pulse  beats  firm  and  true, 

The  country's  cry  rings  clear — • 
The  banner  of  the  Boys  in  Blue 

Is  lifted  far  and  near. 
The  ballot  takes  the  bullet's  place  ;  • 

Again  the  land  to  save  ; 
Once  more  the  laurels  of  the  race 

Above  a  hero  wave. 

A  soldier  true,  a  statesman  tried — 

Ring  out  each  glorious  name  ; 
Grant  stands  with  AVilson  by  his  side, 

And  both  our  homage  claim. 
The  long-roll  sounds  from  rocky  Maine 

To  California's  slope, 
It  echoes  over  lake  and  plain, 

And  bears  the  nation's  hope. 


A  Wall. 

Air — "Three  Black  Crows." 
When  first  I  saw  this  hated  crow 
My  stomach  it  revolted  so  ; 
My  bowels  heaved  with  such  disgust, 
That  'pon  my  soul,  I  thought  I'd  bust." 
Chorus — Sing,  brothers,  sing.    There  sits  the  crow 
'neath  yonder  tree. 
Not  veiy  charming  food  is  he. 
But  shut  jowc  eyes  and  gulp  him  down, 
Go  Greeley  first  and  then  Gratz  Brown. 

I  roared  and  yelled  by  day  and  night, 
I  fought  the  faith  and  kept  the  fight  ; 
And  still  I  swear,  with  all  my  might, 
In  eating  crow  there's  no  delight. 
Chorus — Sing,  brothers,  sing,  &c. 

I  only  eat  enough  to  save 
Myself  from  that  dark,  hopeless  grave 
"Where  every  Bourbon's  sure  to  go 
Who  will  not  eat  the  hated  crow. 
Chorus — Sing,  brothers,  sing,  kc. 


EEPUELICAX  CA^.IPAIGN  SOXGS. 


So-lilax  Song, 

Air — "  Dixie.'' 

I've  a  song  to  sing  to  eTeiy  Greeley  man, 
"Vy'itli  a  fevr  brief  words  on  the  Kn-Mnx  Klan, 

Far  awav,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie  land. 
'Tis  the  Kii-klnx  Klan  that  parades  at  night, 
With  pistol  and  whip,  dealing  dearth  and  affright, 
Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie  land. 
Chorus — Oh !  a  lovely  land  was  Dixie — 
(In  a  horn  !  In  a  horn .' ) 
But  Grant  was  the  man  destroyed  their  Klan, 
And  gave  free  speech  to  Dixie's  land. 
Then  hnrrahl  hurrah  I  hnrrah  for  Grant  and 
"VTilson  I 

When  elections  came  aronnd.  and  the  I'ebels  fonnd 
That  the  blacks  all  took  the  EepnbHcan  ground, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land, 
They  conspired  in  the  Klan,  with  a  horrible  oath, 
To  stop  them  by  whipping  or  murder,  or  both, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far-  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
Chorus— Oh  I  a  lovely  land,  ^rc . 

Then  a  reign  of  terror  and  of  blood  began, 

And  the  blacks  were  taught  by  the  Ku-klux  Klan, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land, 
That  to  save  their  lives  they  must  keep  from  the  polls, 
And  swear  that  Eepublicans  had  no  souls, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
Cliorus— Oh  :  a  lovely  land.  &g. 

But  the  President  said,  ''You  inhuman  Turks, 
I  propose  to  move  immediately  on  your  works," 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
And  the  cowardly  assassins,  after  all  their  rant, 
Fell  into  the  gripe  of  the  law.  and  of  Grant, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
Chorus— Oh  I  a  lovely  land.  &c. 


78  KEPUBLICAK  CAMPAIGS"  SOSTGS. 


Now  the  Eu-Mux  are  shivering  in  deadly  fears 
Lest  Grant  should  be  President  four  more  years, 
Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
So  they  vote  and  pray,  like  our  friends  here  in  town 
For  soft  old  Greeley  and  hard  old  Brown, 

Far  away,  far  away,  far  away,  in  Dixie's  land. 
Chorus — Oh !  a  lovely  land,  &c. 


Campaign  SGHg". 

Air — "  Sparkling  and  Bright.** 

Let  it  resound  the  land  around 
We've  made  a  nomination-— 
Loyal  and  true,  a  platform  too, 
That's  bound  to  sweep  the  nation. 
dhorus — For  Grant  and  Wilson  are  the  names 
Engraven  on  our  banner  ; 
This  fall  we'll  vote  'gainst  the  old  White  Coat, 
Smoke  Brown  with  the  smoking  Tanner. 

'Twas  noised  in  town  that  Mr.  Brown 

Was  troubled  with  a  colic  ; 
The  soft-shell  crabs,  digested  slabs, 
When  he  was  on  a  frolic. 
(JfwTUS — But  Grant  and  Wilson  are  the  men 
Who  lead  in  loyal  manner  ; 
And  wp  will  smoke  the  old  White  Coat, 
Instead  of  the  smoking  Tanner. 

We  heat  that  the  gray  in  new  array 

Their  olden  hates  remember  ; 
But  we'll  strike  hands  in  loyal  bands, 
And  vote  for  the  smoking  Tanner. 
Chorus— -"Fox  Grant  and  Wilson  are  the  names 
Engraven  on  our  banner ; 
We'll  tan  with*our  votes  that  old  White  Coat, 
And  elect  the  smoking  Tanner. 

— Sandwich  Gazette. 


REPUBLICAN  ■  CA:irpAiG:jr  soxgs. 


We  Will  Tote  for  Geii. 

Air — "  Little  Brown  Jug." 

Horace  Greeley  is  the  rebels'  tool 
To  bring  us  under  secesh.  role ; 
But  we  wiU  show  them  by  our  vote 

We  can't  be  caught  by  an  old  white  coat. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha  1  don't  you  see, 
We  will  vote  for  Gen.  G.? 
Grant  has  whipped  the  rebel  crew, 
And  he  will  whip  old  Greeley  too. 

Horace  climbed  a  secesh  tree 
And  hoped  the  President  to  be; 

He  crawled  out  on  a  Liberal  limb, 

And  whacked  it  off,  but  it  fell  with  him. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha !  don't  you  see,  &c. 

New  Hampshire  showed  us  she  was  true, 

Connecticut  and  Ehody  too, 
Oregon  wheeled  into  line. 

And  now  we've  heard  from  North  Car 'line. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha  !  don't  you  see,  &c. 

B.  Gratz  Brown  and  an  old  white  hat 
Are  nothing  but  crow  to  a  Democrat, 

But  they  are  hungry  and  cram  it  down, 

Though    "soft-shell    crabs"    distress  G 
Brown. 

Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha  1  don't  you  see,  &o. 

Jeff  Davis  traded  his  crinoline 

For  Fort  Monroe,  and  thought  it  fine  ; 
But  Greeley  took  him  to  his  heart. 

Such  loving  friends  should  never  part. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha  !  don"t  you  see,  a:c. 

Let  Sumner  rave,  and  roa.r,  and  rant, 
Because  the  country  goes  for  Grant. 
Charles  Sumner  plays  a  childish  ga,me, 
And  colored  folks  all  think  the  same. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha !  don't  you  see,  kc.^ 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


The  people  are  not  ready  yet 

To  pay  off  any  rebel  debt, 
■       *'  Our  Southern  brethren  "  will  iiot  win, 

And  "shaking  hands "  is  a  little  "  too  thin." 
Choitis — Ha,  ha,  ha  !  don't  you  see.  &c. 

We'll  pay  our  debt,  now  that  is  clear, 

A  hundred  million  every  year  ; 
Thirteen  million  Johnson  paid, 

But  Grant  has  knocked  him  in  the  shade. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha !  don't  you  see,  &g. 

Grant  puts  down  the  Ku-klux  Klan, 
The  country's  free  for  every  man. 
We  are  at  peace  with  all  the  world, 
In  every  clime  our  flag's  unfurled. 
Chorus — Ha,  ha,  ha !  don't  you  see 

We  will  vote  for  General  G.? 
Grant  has  tanned  the  rebels'  back, 
And  he  will  tan  old  "Chappaquaok." 


Air — "  Not  for  Joseph." 

Close  the  polls,  his -work  is  done ! 

What  to  him  is  friend  or  foeman, 
Bise  of  wheat,  or  fall  of  corn, 

Woodhull,  Stone,  or  other  woman  ? 
-  Lay  him  low,  let  him  blow. 

Of  his  turnips  white  as  snow  I 
What  cares  he !    He  does  not  know 

How  the  ruta-bagas  grow. 

Old  sorehead  vainly  thought  he  might 

Eeach  YV' hite  House  by  his  endeavor. 
Let  him  soon  forget  the  fight 

And  keep  upon  the  farm  forever. 
Let  him  go,  let  him  blow, 

In  his  clover  white  as  snow. 
What  cares  he  ?    He  wants  to  know 

How  the  German  pretzels  grow. 


BEPUBLICAI^'  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


81 


Fold  bim  in  the  "  stars  and  bars," 

Koll  the  drum  and  fire  the  volley ; 
What  to  him  are  all  our  wars, 

V/hat  but  a  gigantic  folly  ? 
Let  him  go,  let  him  blow, 

Midst  his  hats,  once  white  as  snow. 
What  cares  he  ?    Except  to  know 

How  long- handled  broom-corns  grow  2 

Leave  him  to  Jeff's  friendly  eye. 

Trust  him  to  the  hands  that  have  liim, 
Breckinridge  weeps  idly  by, 

Baltimore  could  never  save  him. 
Let  him  go,  let  him  blow, 

At  his  farm-house  white  as  snow. 
What  cares  he  ?    He  wants  to  know 

Where  the  blind  potatoes  grow. 

^Springfield  Republican^ 


II.  G.'s  Iiaqtiiry,    '  -  ^  , 

Air — "  Tell  Me,  yo  Winged  Winds," 

Tell,  me,  ye  winged  winds, 

That  round  Chappaqua  fly,  - 
Who'll  be  next  President, 

Ulysses  Grant,  or  I  ? 
Oh !  tell  nie,  will  I  dwell  within  the  White  House  blest  ? 
WiU  all  the  peoj)le  vote  for  me,  from  East  to  West  ? 
The  loud  wind  dwindled  to  a  whisper  low. 
And  sighed  for  pity,  as  it  answered,  No 

Tell  me,  my  honest  men, 

Jeff  Davis,  Schurz,  and  Tip., 
Oh !  yvill  there  be  a  slip 

Between  the  cup  and  lip  ? 
Yes ;  by  your  own  great  hopes  to  win  the  highest  place. 
Oh !  tell  me  if  you  think  I  will  the  office  grace  ? 
These  faithful  foll'wers  swore  in  whispers  low, 
And  answered  in  a  chorus,  "  No !  "  "  No !  "  "  No  !  " 


82  REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


And  thon  briglit  twinkling  stars 

That  light  the  midnight  sky, 
"Will  not  my  triumph  here 

Come  surely  by  and  by  ? 
"Will  not  all  Liberal  men  old  coats  and  white  hats  wear, 
And  farmers  read  my  book  to  gain  much  knowledge  there  ? 
The  stars  upon  the  author  famed  of  "What  I  Know," 
Looked  coldly  down,  and  sneering  answered,  "No!  " 

Oh!  good  Kepublicans,  ''J-'  - 

Will  you  forsake  me  now  ?  , 
WiU  you  to  U.  S.  Grant  ■  - 

With  willing  homage  boW  ? 
And  best  loved  Democrats,  will  yon  another  man 
Put  up  for  President,  and  'lect  him  if  you  can  ? 
Both  parties  glared  with  e^qual  bitterness, 
And  both  together  screamed  the  fatal  "Yesl  '* 


AIR— 

Why  ring  the  bells  in  Kichmond  town? 

"  The  day  is  ours  !"  wrote  Beauregard, 
*'  The  foe  that  captured  Donelson 

Has  fled  before  the  Southern  sword!" 

Too  soon,  for  Sidney  Johnston  falls ^ 

The  brain  that  planned,  the  arm  that  smote, 

Grant's  lines  repulse  like  granite  walls. 
While  the  shells  crash  from  each  gunboat. 

What  shout  is  that  ?    What  banners  wave 

On  the  tide  of  the  Tennessee  ? 
Nelson,  the  bravest  of  the  brave. 

Leads  Buell's  men  to  join  the  fray  I 

All  day,  all  night,  the  Southron  fled. 

Leaving  his  dying  and  his  dead ; 
While  bells  tolled  long,  and  dirges  moaned 

From  border  to  the  Bio  Grandd. 


KEPUBLICAS"  CAMPAIGN-  SOS-G^  83 


'Why  ring  tlie  bells  in  Eichmond  town  ? 

"North.  Carolina's  ours,"  wrote  Vance; 
*'.Tlie  Appomattox  shame  is  flown ! 

Once  more  on  Washington  advanc§  1'^ 

too  soon  ;  behold  this  dusky  throng  ! 
:'  Frames  bowed  by  unrequited  toil — ■ 
Scarred  with  the  fetter,  lash,  and  throng. 
But  late  escaped  the  tyrant's  coil. 

Jrom  Dismal  Swamp,  the  slaves'  retreat, 
/'From  mountain  fastness,  freedom's  home, 
l^hey  come  with  meek,  heroic  feet, 
To  share  their  benefactor's  doom* 

J'rom  day  to  day  hate's  face  grew  waa, 
^  From  border  to  the  Eio  Grande  ; 
"While  patriots  from  main  to  main 

Thanked  God  they  had  not  fought  in  vain. 

—Democrat  and  Chronicle, 


Ca^paig-n  Song* 

Air — "Yankee  Doodle." 
Come  all  ye  Lib'rals,  while  I  sing 

Our  new  and  wondrous  melee  ;  \  ^ 

For  lambs  and  lions  now  unite 

To  bleat  and  roar  for  Greeley. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  and  all  prolong 
The  chorus  loud  and  freely ; 
Swell  forth  the  notes  from  open  thr-Oats, 
For  Tammany  and  Greeley. 

The  great  philosopher  and  sage 

Is  moving  out  most  charming 
As  in  his  green  and  second  age  ' 

He  bids  a  truce  to  farming. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  kts 

In  saddest  tones  he  now  bem'oahg 

Our  late  rebellious  spasm  ; 
And  on  the  verge,  just  hear  him  ur^ 

"  Clasp  hands  across  the  chasm." 
Chm^m — Then  sing  the  song,  &c. 


ItEPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGl^  SQJSG^ 


Kn-Kius  no  more  shall  feel  the  power 

Of  Grant's  centralization ; 
We're  "  Sovereign  States,"  our  fears,  our  hates 

Are  lest  we  be  a  nation. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  &0. 

And  then  should  we  all  peacefully 

Pronounce  for  cal^m  secession, 
Our  man  is  pledged  ;  our  cause  thus  fledged, 

Y/ ouid  baffle  opposition. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  &c. 

Think  of  the  times  when  Southern  climes 

Shall  bloom  again  like  Eden  ; 
Our  slaves  all  crushed,  Sam's  debfe  all  smashed, 

And  ours  be  all  made  even. 
CJidrus — Then  sing  the  song,  &q» 

And  then  to  see  Democracy 

All  purified  by  leaven 
Of  "Lib'ral  stuff,"  is  just  enough 

To  make  this  earth  a  heaven. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  &6» 

Four  years  and  more,  with  soreheads  all, 

Unmolified  by  ointment, 
We've  waited  long  and  borne  the  wrong 

Of  having  no  appointment. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  song,  &c. 

While  thus  we  pant,  should  General  Qraut 

By  chance  be  re-elected,  ; 
Our  hopes  are  fled,  our  game  is  dead. 

Our  Lib'ral  farce. detected. 
Chorus — Then  sing  the  soug,  &,% 

Cheer  up  my  lads,  cast  off  the  sads, 

Ancl  don  yo^^r  pleasant  faces ; 
If  We  succeed  we'll  take  the  lead, 

And  grab  the  fattest  places. 
ChoTnis^lheiL  sing  this  song,  and  all  prblong 
'The  chorus  in  full  melee  ;. 
Eally  the  bloats,  and"  stuff  ,the  votes, 
For  Tammany  and  Greele^. 

— D.  Marion. 


EEPTJB-LICAH  CAMPAIGN  SONaS. 


Air—"  Auld  Lang  Syne.** 

Carf  Scttirz  sat  down  one  evening  late 

To  rest  his  weary  head, 
His  little  son  crept  on  his  kneOy 

And  looking  at  him  said  $ 

"  Who  is  this  Horace  Greeley,  gs^ 

That  people  call  so  wise  ? 
Is  he  sorae  giant  tall  enough 

To  reach  unto  the  skies  ?" 

"  Oh,  no,  my  child ;  about  as  large 

As  I  or  Governor  Brown  ; 
Twas  not  his  stature  made  him  grea^ 

Or  won  him  his  renown^ 

"  But  he  it  is  who  nobly  bailed 

Jeff  Davis  from  his  cell, 
And  now  we  want  for  Presidenlk 

The  man  who  did  so  well." 

"  But,  then,  papa,  was  hot  old  J eS 

A  traitor  to  the  State  ? 
'S'ou  used  to  run  him  down,  and  sa^ 

That  hanging  was  his  fate. 

^And  wouldn't  Horace  Greeley,  p% 

If  he  were  President^ 
Bail  out  and'pardon  every  rogue 

Who  was  to  x^i'ison  sent 

^  Oh,  no,  my  child ;  Je^  Batis  wa9 

An  enemy  in  war  ; 
]6ut  he  who  bailed  a  common  rogue 

His  neighbors  all  abhor." 

Then,  pa,  if  I  should  steal  a  liorse, . 
,  I'd  steal  a  hundred  more, 
i  would  be  great  and  be  bailed 
As  Davis  was  before  t " 


REPUBLICAN  CAMPAIGIT  SONQ&. 


"  Oh,  no,  my  child ;  the  Gospel  say^ 

That  you  shoukl  always  do. 
To  every  person  as  you  would 

That  they  should  do  to  you. 

*'But,  pa,  did  Horace  Greeley  tiling 

That  in  some  future  day. 
He  would  want  bail  when  he  should  try 

His  country  to  betray  ?  " 

The  Senator  could  say  no  mor*^, 

So,  turning  quickly,  said : 
"Its  nine  o'clock,  my  little  boy^ 

'Tis  time  you  were  in  bed." 


Am— "Maryland,  my  Maryland.'' 
O'er  all  the  land  we  hear  the  cr^^ 

Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
Like  music  from  the  bending  sky^ 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
The  patriot  host  who  love  thy  f am6, 
Their  hearts  aglow  with  Freedom's  flame^ 
"Will  rise  and  conquer  in  thy  name, 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 

E'en  in  the  sunny  South  we  Sed 

Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
fier  groaning  slaves  at  last  are  free, 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
And  Union  men  in  peace  shall  dwefl^ 
Kor  hear  again  the  Ku-Klux  yellj 
Hot  from  their  Democratic  heU  i 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 

Vo^  ^tant  and  Wilson  lead  tlie  van, 

iyiberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
Witli  equal  rights  for  every  ma:i^ 
Liberty,  sv/eet  liberty  !         _  . 
Their  watchword,  ' '  Peace  and  Victory  !  " 
A  nation  saved — a  nation  freefj 
And  over  all  thy  panoply-^ 
L^^t^^  sweet  Ub^t^  !' 


0 !  then,  imfini  fliy  banner  brigHil^ 

Liberty,  sweet  liberty  I 
In  all  the  majesty  of  ligM^ 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty ! 
Thy  peace  shall  heal  the  wounds  oi  Tjrar, 
And  men  from  near  and  from  afaj* 
Shall  hasten  to  thy  rising  sta% 
Liberty,  sweet  liberty  I 
Columbia,  S.      JuIi/,  isi2, 

^  4 

Ara — "  Kow  are  you,  Horace  Greeley:*' 

I  ain't  got  heaps  of  learning 

And  I  seldom  argy  well, 
But  I  sorter  form  opinions, 

Which  I  ain't  afraid  to  tel^ 
So  I  say  it  square  and  open, 

Without  fear  of  small  or  grestj 
I^stand  by  the  loyal  party. 

And  I  go  Ulysses  straights 

Tiiey  talk  about  reformin',^ 

And  say  our  party's  sj^lit,  ' 
That  Greeley's  awful  honesty 

And  Grant  haint  any  grit. 
I  hear  their  shallow  blowin', 

And  I  see  their  crooked  gait, 
But  I  turn  my  back  on  Horac^ 

And  I  go  Ulysses  straight* 

I  can't  see  how  a  feller 

Can  mis  with  Jeff  and  sich  i 
Why,  I  shun  these  cussed  critters 

As  if  they  had  the  itch  1 
And  I'll  never  vote  their  ticket, 

Nor  knuckle  to  their  hate, 
But  I'll  think  of  murdered  Lincoln, 

While  I  go  Ulysses  straight. 


I  kinder  get  (3Daf6liiideci' 

When  I  hear  the  mongrel  Bho'ut, 
When  I  learn  how  Blair  and  Sumnef 

Want  to  turn  our  leader  out  | 
But  I  never  Jiunked  or  iDmeredl, 

And  I'm  loyal  up  to  date,. 
For  I  stand  by  the  loyal  partyv 

And  I  go  Ulysses  straighi% 

f  Can't  comj)lain  of  tases^ 

And  I've  seen  the  darkled  ffi§, 
And  votin'  'gin  their  masters 

Is  right  enough  for  me  | 
I  ain't  a  cussed  bullhead, 

To  swallow  rebel  bait, 
But  I  keep  the  side  of  freedoE^^ 

And  I  go  Ulysses  straight* 

I  reckon  Horace  Greeley 

Don't  expect  to  get  my  voti,' 
J'or  I  never  was  a  ti-aitor, 

A  turn-coat,  or  afloat. 
A  chap  that's  double-sided^ 

Whatever's  in  his  pate, 
Ain't  fit  to  be  a  PresidentJ^^ 

So  I  go  Ulysses  straight 

ir  can't  f orgit  the  battles 

Is  or  the  trials  we  have  ha5, 
And  accept  as  pure  and  upright^ 

Men  proven  false  and  had. 
And  I  think  our  noble  nation 

Would  meet  a  fearful  fate 
In  hands  once  raised  agin  he^> 

So  I  go  Ulysses  straight. 

I  wasn't  much  on  fighting 

But  I  gin  the  praise  where  due, 
And  I  back  the  dauntless  chieftain, 

Who  lead  our  boys  in  blue. 
I  won't  eat  crow  or'possum, 

Nor  have  it  on  my  plate, 
For  I  love  a  loyal  diet, 

So  I  go  Ulysses  straight- 


REPUBLICAiS-  CAMPAIGN  SOXGS* 


"We've  tried  his  pluck  at  SMoh, 

We've  proved  liis  reck'nin  sound, 
He'll  push  a  thief  or  rebel 

As  a  fox  before  a  hound ! 
At  Donelson  and  Yicksburg 

He  struck  to  save  the  State, 
He's  a  statesman  and  a  general. 

So  I  go  Ulysses  straight. 

I  sorter  fear  that  Greeley 

Don't  tell  us  "  what  he  kno'ws  ^ 
About  this  fusion  business, 

And  the  way  the  bargain  goes. 
They  say  his  beets  have  cost  him 

From  a  dollar  up  to  eight — 
There s  a  costlier  beat  ahead,  Horace^ 

For  we  go  Ulysses  straigJit. 

I  ain't  got  heaps  of  larnin', 

And  I  seldom  argy  vrell, 
But  I  sorter  form  opinions, 

Which  I  ain't  afraid  to  tell. 
So  I  says  it  squai-e  and  open, 

Without  fear  of  small  or  great, 
I  stand  by  the  loyal  party, 

And  I  go  Ulysses  straight. 


Air — "  Whack  row  de  dow." 
**  A  song  for  the  rake  and  hoe  ; 

A  song  for  the  hammer  and  axe  j 
A  song  for  the  booming  loom  ; 

A  carol  for  shoemaker's  wax !  '* 
'Twas  thus  at  the  close  of  day 

He  sat  by  the  door  and  sang ; 
His  heart  with  sorrow  was  wrung, 

While  the  hills  of  Chappaqua  ran^i 

"My  shoes  creak  wherever  I  go, 
My  straw  hat  is  always  awry, 

My  trowsers  are  tucked  in  my  boots. 
My  necktie  runs  runs  into  my  eye-; 


90  KEPUBLICA^  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


My  coat  wraps  me  up  like  a  sack, 

Of  buttons  it  hasn't  a  bit ; 
When  I  look  at  the  pit  of  my  stomach 

I  think  of  the  bottomless  pife  ' 

1  find  all  my  pleasure  in  chickens, 

In  hearing  their  innocent  talk, 
In  seeing  the  rippling  brook  run, 

And  watching  the  smooth  gravel  walk ; 
In  hearing  the  red  oxen  low. 

As  off  to  the  meadows  they  hie ; 
"While  the  tall  chimney  swallows  the  swallows 

As  into  the  black  flue  they  fly. 

^  There  are  men  who  most  always  are  sneering 

At  Chappaqua's  wonderful  farm. 
Ah  !  little  they  know  what  it  costs  me 

To  clothe  me  and  keep  myself  warm. 
All  day  I  must  pump  at  the  pumkinj 

And  at  eve  I  the  weevil  weave,  ^ 
Spin  spinach  and  turn  up  the  turnip, 

And  bind  them  all  tight  in  a  sheave. 

Let  chicken-thieves  ride  in  carriage 
;  Let  cabbage-heads  ride  in  a  cab,^ 
I'd  rather  Kiise  hob  on  a  hobby 

From  Chappaqua  to  the  Punjab^ 
t  want  to  bestride  a  horseradish,  . 
.  A  block  of  pig-iron  on  my  hea^j 
And  sweep  through  the  land  of  the  living 

Down  into  the  realm  of  the  dead. 

For  this  world  is  so  sad  and  60  lonely  t  - 

Not  a  pumpkin  its  sympathy  shows^, 
i^ot  a  cucumber  sobs  with  my  sighing^. 

Not  an  onion  will  weep  with  my  woes. 
Oh,  fie  on  the  heart  of  the  cabbage ! 

Oh,  fiddle  for  folly  and  sin ! 
Farewell  to  the  earth  and  its  sorrows| 

Gape,  graveyai'd,  I  fain  would  turn  in  I  ^ 


*Twas  the  song  of  the  rake  and  the  ho^-, 
The  song  of  the  hammer  and  axe, 

The  song  of  the  booming  loom. 
The  song  of  the  shoemaker's  waxf 

Which  thus  at  the  close  of  day- 
He  sat  by  his  door  and  sang, 

For  his  heart  vrith  sorrow  vras  wrong 
"While  the  hills  of  Chappaqna  rang, 

Good-by,  Greeley, 

Ant — "Last  Rose  of  Summer.^ 

^is  the  last  show  for  Greeley, 
And  that  show,  oh,  how  slim^ 

All  his  old  friends  have  freely- 
Gone  back  now  on  him. 

Kg  old-time  admirer 

Will  stick  worth  a  straw 

To  that  old  aspirer 
From  fail'  Chappaqna, 

They  will  vote  him  a  hatchet 

To  chop  on  his  farm, 
And  will  tan  his  old  jacket 

To  keep  his  back  warm. 
Then  let  him  plant  clover. 

Beets,  melons,  and  pears  { 
But  he  can't  j)reside  over 

Our  nation's  affairs. 

So  soon,  now  old  hearty, 

You'll  follow  the  class 
Who've  sold  ont  their  party 

And  all  gone  to  grass. 
Then  with  knowledge  so  charming, 

We'll  gain  a  nice  trea,t —  ; 
Kot  ' '  Y\'hat  he  knows  'bout  fanning,^ 

But  rather — defeat. 


AlR—i 

From  Kaleigh  fown  tfie  other  nighfe 
The  telegrams  came  both  left  and  rights 
To  tell  us  how  had  gone  the  fight; 
Down  in  the  piney  regionst; 

■ti- 
ding hullaboo,  tareaway,  whacfe,  tarrah  | 
Hie-away,  lie-away,  hoopala ! 
"  'Tis  glorious  news  for  old  Ghappaquaj,* 
Said  the  telegraph  operator, 

*'  Our  gains  are  great ;  weVe  got  the  State—* 

Of  Congressmen  just  count  on  eight, 
And  everything  else  upon  the  '  slate,' 
Down  in  the  piney  regions*" 

Sing  hey,  sing  ho,  sing  Jerry,  sing  whack  I 
"  Go,  pat  old  Goosey  on  the  back. 
With  a  hip,  huiTah  for  Chappaquack,** 
Said  the  telegraph  operator^ 

*'  Our  merry  men  went  in  to  win, 
Backed  up  by  Tweed  and  Tammany  Un^ 
With  Wood  &  Co.  to  count  'Dotes  in, 
Down  in  the  piney  regions." 

Sing  hie-away,  lie-away,  hoopala  ! 
Fire-away,  flare-away,  whack,  hurrah  ! 
"  'Twill  gladden  the  heart  of  old  Chappaqna," 
Said  the  telegraph  operator. 

The  Liberal  crowd  soon  got  their  gun, 
And  shell'd  away  till  set  of  sun 
Had  put  a  stop  to  their  gas  and  fun 
About  the  piney  regions. 

Sing  how,  sing  vrhy,  sing  ho,  hay-stack, 

What's  this  we  hear  while  jokes  we  crack, 
About  a  defeat  for  old  Chappaquack 
And  his  truthful  operator  ?" 


KEPUBLICAK-  CAMPAIGN  SONGS.  93 


0:^cial  ne\rs  had  come  to  light 
To  tell  us  all  about  the  fight 
That  put  the  Ku-klux  Klan  to  flight 
Dovrn  in  the  piney  regions. 

Sing  hey.  sing  ho,  sing  diddheroo  vrhack, 
The  goose  -vre'U  lay  upon  his  back, 
And  wake  and  bury  old  Chappaquack 
Along  with  his  operator. 

—  Washington  Chronicle 


Tlie  Soldiers'  Campaig-ii  Song, 

Air— 

We  meet  to-day  as  comrades 

Who  followed  Grant  in  war, 
And  here  again  we  pledge  ourselves 
To  vote  for  him,  hurrah  i 
Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah ! 

For  U.  S.  Grant,  hurrah ! 
Hurrah  for  the  fl^ag  he  bears ! 
The  same  he  bore  in  wai'. 

For  Grant  shall  lead  our  columns, 
While  streams  our  flag  afar, 

Its  stripes  shall  never  wear  a  stain, 

Nor  treason  dim  a  star. 
_  Chorus — Hurrah  I  hurrah  !  &q. 

No  coward  hand  shah  bear  it, 

Our  own  dear  flag  to-day  ; 
A  thousand  thousand  follow  him, 

Who  crowned  it  in  the  fray. 

Chorus — Hurrah !  hurrah  I  &o. 

We  cannot  follow  Greeley, 

Nor  cheer  his  Eebel  bars  ; 
We  never  can  forget  that  he 

Deserts  the  Stripes  and  Stars. 

Chorus — Hurrah!  hurrah!  &c. 


Q4  REPUBLICAJ^  CAMPAIGN  SONGS. 


The  Boys  in  Blue  are  coming 

From  East  and  farthest  "West ; 
Their  colors  are  the  brave  old  Flag, 

Their  cheers  are  with  a  zest. 

Chorus — Hurrah!  hurrah!  &o» 

The  Boys  in  Blue  are  coming, 

"While  Grant  is  on  before  ; 
His  battle  flag,  we  see  it  now, 

With  victory  covered  o'er. 

Chorus — Hurrah!  hurrah!  &c. 

Six  hundred  thousand  marching, 

Six  hundred  thousand  more, 
Are  cheering  Grant,  the  gallant  man, 

Who  led  our  ranks  of  yore. 

Clwrus — Hurrah!  hurrah!  &c. 

—Private  Dalzell. 


Air— 

With  his  high  head  bowed, 
And  his  face  like  a  shroud, 
He  sits  in  his  chair 
And  tears  his  spare  hair, 
When  he  thinks  of  his  party 
So  jovial  and  hearty, 
With  all  their  ambition. 
Gone  down  to  perdition^ 

Without  a  mark  of  respect 
lie's  doomed  to  neglect— 3' 
With  all  his  fine  farming, 
And  manners  so  charming;  (?) 
He  sinks  to  his  slumbers 
To  dream  of  cucumbers. 
So  here  let  us  leave  him 
Schurz  chanting  his  requiem. 


gatnpape-f  onefie. 


S)a6  i\t  tin  ^amx,  ber  ^reeles  I  J5runbfa^Io0, 
(Stn  urd'ctitigej  Scn^lcmcrat  ten  -i:diTuUen, 
Unfebtbar,  nnc  ber  fai^n  in  [eiucit  iBuden, 
3m  ©(aubenirectifcln  ganj  eiu  i'irmcx?  I 

^Unfcpulttg,  toie  er  fam  ycm  ^n^uttcrfc^ico^/' 
(^agt  feiue  (SHqiie  —  [cidn  tn  SdMaf  (uUett, 
SBcnn  cr  an  femcr  (iitclfcft  fann  fdniuUcn, 
Silt  !}irn5:cr[c^rob'ner,  finb'fc^ev  ©ernegro^* 

din  53^enfc^enfenner,  toelcSer  Sruberfci^aft 

5?iit  I^teben  fcblie^t,  bte  f(imeid^elnb     t^m  hanUn, 

Xa^  [te  ntc^t  langTr  t:t  bey  ©efegei?  C^aft 

Sr  tft  em  gel;?,  berudfittgt  burc6  fein  vS^ti^anfen, 
Gtn  SIrjt  ber  ftete,  tro  eiite  2Duube  Uaj^t, 
3u  f)e{len  [te  i^enumi  burc^  frecpe^  S^^^^^^ 


To6  laufrec  ©clb  tfr  er  trc^  atler  Sd^ti^ac^eu 
Sm  ©egcufai  ni  feine^?  iicfeto  ScStt^anj  I 
(getn  i>iceprautent  i^erlettit  it)nt  ©lan^, 
HBenn  glan^en  fann  ber  gred^fte  aller  B'te^en* 

(£r  rafonnirt  ob  unfrer  3eit  ©ebred^en 
Hnb  betfcbt  mit  ntc  ge[ei;)'ner  ilrrcganj 
SSerbtenfrlcg  fiir  fein  oaupt  ben  33urgerfran^, 
(Statt  ernfrev  Zi)akn  Metenb  lau  ^e^brec^en* 

Sm  ^taat,  ben  cr  berecbttgt  regtercn, 

(Etefit  [rvafl£^  man  bie  ^}}ccrDer  auf  ben  (Stra^en 

9}Zit  einer  ^tirne  auf  unb  ah  ftoljiren, 

S^en  ^taat§^)au^'\)alt  bt\pxi6t  er  aufgeb(aj"en, 

Unb  fetne  Untergebenen  i^erlteven 

Xii  ^taam  ®elb  im  Spiel  befannterma^en. 


Sl(0  dtmtqat  toon  ber  Hnton^parte! 
2)en  getubeu  ber  Sf^egterung  ktgetreteit, 
!)!}?ac^t  er  ber  Slebellton  SIpolcgeten, 
SrftiSeub  ber  ©equalten  Slngftgefc^ref* 

gttt  greunb  t^oltttfi^cr  SBinbbeutdei 

2Bet§  er     fiibern  feile  l^o6trornt}eteit 

Uttb  \d)dmt  f{c6  ntc()t  felbft  frommelnbf  5Jfcetctt 

2ln  fi4)  su  jie^'n  burc|  te^errt?(|ereu 

©ttt.©aufer,  ber  e^  cffentHrf)  mu^  fcfilDoren, 
3m  5lmt  nt4)t  ine(}r  bctrunfcn  fein  tooCfen, 
©laubt  er  nut  folc^em  'B^mix  uu^  bet^oren* 

SSott  ©elbfirtiibetung  Hagltcf)  rtufgefc^^tooHett, 
®ud)t  er,  iuflC^  2Bet§e  hauttn,  ^lerfloren, 
J)oc^  ivirb  ba^  SSolf  il;n  |)etpcn  [tc^  p  tfijUen* 


©em  ^atirttt^mug  offnenb  aUt  Xi^on, 
Woi^V  mit  bem  laftigen      ber  9teHgfon 
23elaften  er  bie  S^onfHtutton, 
£)ie  t()m  erp  bcinn  erfdjetnt  im  ^oc^fteit  glorc* 

©d^on  Hatff^itett  Setfatt  t()m  bie  5!}?atabore ; 
C^euc^elet,  bte  gern  bie  SSlation 
©rncuern  fel)'n  ber  @^eiteri()aiifctt  So^i'n, 
S)ap  brauf  be^  freien  ©eifte^  Skitter  fciimore^ 

S)o^  ii3ct§  bag  23oIf,  tuer  greunb  it)m  «nb  tuer  Oettti? ; 
Umfonft  tft  aU  be-r  ^tndjkt  5But^ge»tmmery 
©tel)'u  [tc  au(^  mit  Stebelten  feft  ijeretut* 

Umfranjt  bag  ^aupt  wi^t  beg  Srfolgeg  ©d^i'mmer ; 

SBenn  crft  ber  Xa(\  ber  2Bat)l,  ber  gro§e  fc^cint, 

Stttft  tijm  bag  35oif  ju  j  5^immer  1 5^  i  m  m  e  r !  IWimtttcr ! 


LIST  OF  DOCOIEVTS  PlBLlSMEi)  Bl  THi:  COmiTTE£# 

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TITLE  OF  DOCUMENTS. 

Kecord  of  the.  National  Republican  f^arty,  4  pages  25 

President  Grant— liis  Record  as  a  Statesman,  12  pages  75 

Speech  of  H  on.  M.  H.  Carpenter,  reply  to  Senator  Sumner,  8  pp.  .50 
Speech  of  Hon.  John  A.  Logan  in  reply  to  Senators  bumner  and 

Schurz,  8  pages  50 

Republican  Party  the  Siandard-bearer  of   Civilization  and 

Progress.  S  pages  50 

Speech  of  Hon.  Henry  Wilson  at  Great  P'alls,  Jv.  H.,  8  pages...  .50 

Land  and  Labor,  8  pages  50 

The  Chappaqna  Sage,  8  pages  50 

Speech  of  Hon.  Roscoe  Conkling  in  New  York— Defence  of 

the  Adminif-tration.  20  pages  Sl.25 

Speech  ot  Hon.  James  Harlan  on  the  Sale  of  Arms.  16  pages...  1.00 
Senatorial  I'riumvirafe.  (Reviews  of  French  Arms  debate  )8pp.  .50 
Speech  ofHon. Henry  Wilson  at  Cooper  Institute,  N.  Y.,  8  pages  .50 

Republican  I^arty  the  Workingman  s  Friend,  8  pages  50 

History  of  the  Jiiight-Hour  Law,  4  pages  50 

General  Grant's  Amnesty  Record,  S  pages  50 

U.  S.  Grant  and  the  Colored  People— Letter  of  Frederick  Doug- 
lass, 8  patres  50 

Republican  Party  the  Protector  of  tiie  Immigrant.  8  pages  50 

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